Me, I think it's about a lot of things, but it all comes down to addiction and a breakdown of reality, to ignoring the truth until the truth slaps you hard in the face and screams, Pay Attention!
The shortest tale in the collection, its place in the sequence of stories, right after the other, more humorous drug story--as noted in that teaser/sample, a very black humor--brings the collection back to a darker, more serious horror element, slippery as that may be.
The title of the story...did I talk about this in the original teaser? Hmmm...no matter, the title was inspired by a band that creates electronic, beat-driven music with a quirky edge, often dark, Not Breathing. For some reason, as I am wont to do, I just knew I wanted to write a story with that title, yet not sure of the hows and whys of what it would be. That might, in all actuality, explain the vague quality within the story. I've mentioned before and will reiterate now, I write organically. More often than not, I do not know where it's all going. Yes, images, places I want to stop by and add to the mix, or simply the perfect landing field for the finale might be thought of well before the story has been written BUT the trip, ahhhhh, the trip is always one of exploration and allowing whatever path the characters want to take, well...to take them, and follow along, jotting my notes. With this one, I loved the ambience from the get-go and allowed it to spill forth, a stain in need of interpretation; a Rorschach inkblot of ever-shifting possibilities, that only takes hold when...well, let me see.
Why not? Here's the whole story, originally published here online at The Freezine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, with cool artwork, of which there have been a couple of art pieces related to the story. The other piece, one commissioned by my girlfriend, Alessandra Bava, for my birthday, and created by the wonderful horror artist, Erin Wells, can be seen here with my previous blog post for this story.
Here's the whole story for your enjoyment or curiosity, at least. Rich in the ambience of the streets, the lost...the addicted...and the strange...
When it happened, I remember not feeling anything, just disconnected from the world, or at least from being human.
Here's the other quite appropriate and lovely art piece, created by Shaun Lawton and his wife, Shasta, if I remember correctly.