origo

I remember nothing before The Rusk.

All I recall is a slow fading. Of what, I can’t recall. One day the world simply started blurring out like settling fog, or like the twilight on a cloudy day. We all became a little more distant, a little less aware.

Origo is the story of an unsuspecting young professional with little to no ambition who finds himself at the center of cosmic events. Events that trace back to to the beginning and reach towards the end of reality.

Which may not be that far off.

The door opened and a huge man came in. His attire was everything you would expect from the surroundings. Black monk strap shoes, pressed trousers, a tailored oxford shirt and a classic three button waistcoat. His long chestnut hair was tied back in a pristine ponytail, and he smelled like a thousand decaying corpses. Like with everything else in this room however, the smell didn’t carry. The Candidate was seized by an overwhelming nausea as the man walked in, but it left him just as suddenly as it had come.

”Have a seat”

He gestured towards a chair opposite the desk. The Headhunter was tall, but only slightly above average. Everything else about him however was enormous. His pristine manicured hands were like oars, his shoulders had a bigger span than most door frames and his eyes, his nose and his mouth looked as if they were fighting each other for territory on the rather large surface of his meticulously groomed face.