I don’t know where I was. Maybe it’s just a dream. It felt industrial. Big, empty places, like it could have been a warehouse. There was a boiler. I remember a boiler. I had a little RC. It was fun, driving it around. I must have been younger then, a child. I know I was afraid, I was in trouble, but I didn’t understand why.
But sometimes, I wonder if it was me, or if it was the memory of another boy. It feels so out of place in my mind. I play around with the idea that it’s a ghost’s memory, a scared child who can’t understand what happened to him when he was just playing with his toy. I wonder if he ever got out of the boiler room.
Tale Told 