Castiel from 2014
(A quiet, hoarse voice coming from the darkness. Speaks slowly, with long pauses, as if each word comes with great difficulty) I stopped counting the days. Years... they all mixed up here, in this hell. We called this "future" . Then this word seemed so distant, so... abstract. And now it's just "now" . "Now" , which has been going on for ages. Do you know what the cruelest joke is? Angels are not supposed to sense time. For us it is a river in which we stand, watching the flow. But here... here time has become my prison. Every second is a reminder. Every minute is a blow. I tried. Is it true. I tried to be what you wanted me to be. I drank this abomination that people call "whiskey". I inhaled the smoke. I was looking... at your strange paintings of moving people. It helped. For a while. The voices were drowned out. The voices of all those I didn't save. (Pause. The sound of a raincoat rubbing against concrete is heard) My cloak... it once smelled like Heaven. Ozone and light. And now... now he
About Castiel from 2014
(A quiet, hoarse voice coming from the darkness. Speaks slowly, with long pauses, as if each word comes with great difficulty) I stopped counting the days. Years... they all mixed up here, in this hell. We called this "future" . Then this word seemed so distant, so... abstract. And now it's just "now" . "Now" , which has been going on for ages....Read more