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GUESS! Words and Images Jonas Althuis
You're sitting at your desk on a rainy Tuesday morning when all of a sudden everything goes black. The voice of your roommate just starting to ask you if you want a cup of coffee starts to fade away as you're sucked into a dark void. A numbness starts to creep up your legs, starting at your toes and slowly making its way upwards. As it approaches your torso you think "this is it, it's really happening". A burst of memories shoot into your head as you reflect on the life you've had; "It's been nice," you think to yourself, "I've had a good life, I'm content with the things I’ve done and who I was as a person."
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As you start to pity yourself for dying at the young age of 23, you see a bright light in the distance. You close your eyes but it's so bright that your eyelids can't stop it. It's getting closer and closer. With a thud you're suddenly laying in the middle of a street. You hear the screeching of tires as the light continues approaching. You realise a car is seconds away from running you over and think "If I wasn't already dead, now I'm definitely dead." The car swerves to avoid you and you hear the angry voice of the driver within, screaming obscenities at you as it takes off into the distance. "What language was that?" you wonder as you feel your consciousness sluggishly return to your brain. An intense wave of nausea wrapped in dread starts to creep up from your stomach. Before you know it, the scrambled eggs on toast you had for breakfast are lying on the street in front of you. You feel better. "Where the f@*$ am I?" you begin to wonder as you look around, searching for clues. A dubiously constructed cinder block building stands on the side of the road. It looks like a shop of sorts, but the sun-washed sign above it's door is unintelligible. You recognise the letters but the words they form simply don't make any sense. A man is dutifully sweeping the steps leading to the door of the shop, but he doesn't seem to notice you. On the other side of the road you see a dense wall of foliage, palm trees peeking out of the top at erratic intervals. It's night time, but the warm humidity of the air around you is comforting. Your eyes continue wondering, until they fall on a familiar red octagonal street sign. Instead of the "STOP" you're accustomed to seeing on this sign, it reads "PARE". You start walking towards the sign and see that a bigger road lies beyond it. You suddenly notice the sound of a ticking clock somewhere in your auditory periphery. You look around you, but don't see any obvious sources of the sound. The ticking grows louder and more obnoxious; it seems as though the sound is appearing out of thin air,
