"I don’t remember when I first got here. An hour ago? A day? It could have been a century for all I know. In this place, the sun doesn’t move and the day never ends. Time, it seems, has lost all meaning.
Did I have a family? When I try to think of their faces, all I see is a blur, a distant memory of a distant past that for all I know may never have even existed.
Come to think of it, I don’t remember how I got here either. The only memory I have is… just standing there, on that concrete platform. It didn’t feel foreign or unusual, like I was teleported there by some unseen force. It felt… natural… like I was always just standing there, just waiting for something to happen.
First thing I noticed, when I looked around, were the ruins. A strange assortment of items, vehicles, and objects, some strewn around randomly as if delivered via tornado, yet some carefully constructed as if by some artisan builder. I carefully inspected each creation, from a pile of barrels to what looks like a half-built tank. It made me wonder who their creators were and what type of people they were. Were they people at all? I still ask myself that to this very day, and, as the Enlightenment thinkers tried to understand God through nature, I tried to understand them through what they left behind.
After a few inspections, I took a look at the world around me. I didn’t know what I was expecting (perhaps a building compound or a lake or maybe just an empty sky), but what I saw shocked me. Endless space. The horizon that separates the world from the sky looked like it was surgically cut with the straight-edged precision of a machine. There weren’t any dips or holes in the ground (and trust me: I’ve tried to make such marks), nor were there any mountains or bumps or even a hill. The land seems to stretch on for eternity without a single displacement in the ground. That is my world, nothing but flat grass.
After a considerable amount of time contemplating my situation, I finally garnered enough strength to move on. Descending my concrete pedestal, I set out to discover just what existed beyond the horizon. With only my feet to carry me, I picked a direction (I assumed it was Northward), and started walking. I didn’t know what to expect, nor did I know what I expected to find, but I walked. And I walked. And I walked until it seemed like I couldn’t do so anymore. I had come a long way from the concrete slab, and I could barely see it in the unfading distance. I didn’t feel tired, and it felt as if such a feat required no energy at all. Perhaps what exhausted me was my mentality, my shock and awe at such peculiarities. There was still nothing around me except for empty space. I had to sit down. I needed a chair.
And that’s when the damndest thing happened. There it was, as if summoned from the ether. A chair. A white metal folding chair with a faded red cushion just standing in front of me. How could that be? Where did it come from? I was certain that it wasn’t there a moment ago, yet there it was, as clear as day. I was convinced I was hallucinating, or it was some elaborate mirage, until I touched it. The cool metal convinced me that it was real, and that put me in a near-frantic state. I didn’t know what to believe, nor how it got there, and I couldn’t fathom any explanation to explain its presence. It was just impossible. I felt an urge to go back home and escape such a ghastly world. I turned around and walked back to the concrete platform, never turning to look at the metal folding chair as it shrunk into the distance. Even now, as I gaze at the white shape in the distance, perhaps no bigger than a pixel, the wonders of this place astound and confuse me.
There’s still so much that I do not know, and likely will never know. I don’t know who I am, where I am, or how any of this has come to be. But I do know this: if there is a god, a heaven, or a hell, then this must be Purgatory."