Mary Margaret Park

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I dreamt redemption; a faraway landscape where the novelties of human existence are but a passing lane in traffic; a linear tastes testing circuit where nothing but all things welcome are permitted without quandary. I dreamt redemption in a time when all things stopped, and I couldn’t dream anymore. I felt redemption when I slept again. I awakened into a new virtue.

And I dreamt redemption…

It was on a fog drenched day in July – Dale couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility that his son might be stripped from his life, forever. He couldn’t reach any agreements with his ex-wife – she just wouldn’t have anything to do with anything in favor of Dale. His gut instincts told him to pursue his son at all cost and that’s when it happened.

Everything became a blur and Dale’s dreams jarred to nightmares – Cheri – Dale’s current girlfriend wasn’t much help either – for she bared no resemblance to what fidelity was supposed to be, at least in the eyes of perfection. But that’s not what Dale needed; he just wanted his son not to be taken away. He wanted what was routine to feel normal again.

When the clock struck noon, Dale’s frustration had become unbearable. He slinked to his bed and crashed down with immediate urge to just disappear. He awoke an hour later to a foggy wasteland outside his windows. When he tried opening them to see beyond, he found that they’d been sealed shut…

Behind the feature:

“In this installment, though not as long or as concluded as others, Dale’s venture into Devil’z Hide is more or less a result of despair through shortcomings, as opposed to the typical onslaught of spoon-fed rhetoric regarding why person A moves to point B and C etc.”

“His life isn’t incited with injury for the sake of plot devices or identification, for I don’t feel that any of the instances in Devil’z Hide have anything to do with outright reality, more so, I just think that they have to do with perceptual journeys through reality.”

“Imagine your life as a painting by three great or renowned artists, and that their objective is to depict who you are after three months of living with you. The catch is that each collaborates and is only allowed five minute instances to produce on the same canvass, totaling one hour.”

“With everything you need, want, desire, or wish to control, could these artists encapsulate you, or would they have only encapsulated one portion of your identity. Could they encapsulate the human in you, or just the primal being that peers through the exterior?”

Mary Margaret Park’s: “I Dreamt Redemption” (Devil’z Hide)

Highly recommended if you like David Lynch or Silent Hill (video-games I and II, not the Chris Gans film) *****

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