This is an oldie post, but a goodie. I first posted this back in July, 2013 as a test of a puzzle idea in the book. I’m rehashing it today for further testing…also, because I’m really busy working on the book to formulate any coherent posts right now. Keep in mind, the puzzle is not any indication of how the book will read. In fact, most of it is nonsense stream of consciousness, but, trust me, the puzzle works. I would love any thoughts or comments on the degree of difficulty in the comments section. All I ask is that you not post the answer. However, if you think you’ve figured it out, you can privately email me at: firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll let you know if you got it right or not. Have fun! Oh, and don’t forget…
– Busy Rabbit
First There Was Color, Then There Were Words
[Difficulty of this puzzle is around the vicinity of brain wracking but not that hard. As with my previous post, this is best viewed through a desktop web browser not on phone or tablet. Unfortunately, parts of the puzzle don’t show properly on certain phones and tablets. Working on solving this issue.
Again, feedback appreciated in the comments section. No spoilers or solutions please!]
Beginning with the end is sometimes the easier way to tell a story. Especially when you don’t have an inkling as to how to begin. However, endings tend to take on new dimensions the more you understand how a series of events are supposed to unfold. Only time can place all the pieces in their proper order. Lucky for me time is all I have. Dorian wishes he had my kind of time. Time, you aging bitch.
Perhaps you are wondering just what in the world I’m rambling about. Truthfully, I don’t really know. Hell, this could all be happening in my sleep. My ghostly avatar sitting here typing nonsense in some blackened out dream state while my body relaxes under the starscape drinking in the silver silence of the deep night. Entirely possible, I suppose. Have I lost you, yet? Don’t be afraid to continue onwards. Would it be that I could be there with you, holding your gaze, to see what you see. Then in turn we would have a small kiss, a warm melting moment between starcrossed lovers destined to be forever lost to each other, upside down worlds away, never knowing just across the coffee aisle sits completeness and heaven. Paramour. Valentine. Darling. Dear. Dearest.
I nto my mouth you go. Can you see my voice in there loudly reverberating off of my vocal tunnel? It calls your name. You. You. You. Always you. Never you. I doubt you ever existed. If you did, then it was to cause me torment upon endless torments until my eyes wished to cry sand. A lonely heart in a desert of mourning voices. N ever.
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i know…i know…i know…I know! i finally undersTand it all. so simple. So delicate. Do you know yet? Keep looking. Under every rock, around every corner, in every brook, beyond the sky, into your heart, lurking in your mind, living in your breath. It’s there! Where? Everywhere! It is the glory of us.
See. You owe me nothing, Elle. Oh dear, Tonight I err on the side of grey while you dream in rainbow patterns. How I wish I could see what you see. You do see, don’t you?
Well, when you do. Whisper me the secret…psst…psst…psst…psst…forever. Rabbits have lovely hearing.
– Colorful Rabbit