“No, vertigo is something other than the fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.”—Kundera
Start. At about 7 or 8PM, around sunset, my roomates and I went out. We walked out of the house and walked to a shady apartment building. One of my roommates had an apartment there so he unlocked the door and we went in. There were at least 5 people already inside. I sat on the bed and watched as my friend injected herself with a relaxant to prevent an adrenaline response. She was the bait. We were hunting for someone specific. A target came to the door too early, my friend hadn’t finished the injection. I stalled and pushed him out the door, telling him to wait. All of a sudden, as soon as the sun set, all hell broke loose. Our trap was too late. Every other person I could see turned into monsters. Not monsters, by shape. Monsters that would throw stones at you with full speed, that would beat you with a stick until you died. It was kill or be kill, injure or be injured. It was simply human (or zombie) nature to not attack the person you live with, so I was safe from my roommates and they were safe from me. Everyone was running. I used my size to throw a tree branch at 2 people ahead of me. They tripped, cutting themselves on the sidewalk and breaking a tooth. Everyone was running. I rounded a corner, and with fear, I turned into the hunted. A male behind me was throwing rocks the size of pinecones at peoples heads with pinpoint accuracy. He turned to me to be his next target. I went on the offensive and lunged at him. After a brief scuffle, I realized he had a friend he lived with that was helping him. His friend picked up a large stick, and with the first male continuing to throw stones at me, I ran like hell. Only 1 stone hit me, and I finally made it back to my house; the garage door was open, though. I ran to the garage, opened the side garage, locked the door, and waited. There were two other doors in that room; one was already locked, and one was a screen door. I stood beside the screen door with a heavy gardening tool, struggling not to make a sound. I waited for about 5 minutes, and I figured my hunters had passed me up. End.
The whole scene reminded me of a sort of anarchism, with just teenagers, that had no idea how to survive.
”I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and you saw them crying in their bed at night or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street and even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them. ”
The world was different then ours. This world bent to every whim, every possibility of each person’snow imagination. I remember wanting to move from Point A to Point B. I knew that if I wanted to, I could make a helicopter appear and fly to Point B (Yes, that is probably GTA IV talking). But I didn’t. I took the train, because somehow, in this world, everyone had acquired a virus that always causes partial brain atrophy. The brain couldn’t do things like create or retain memories, use imagination, and solve problems. The world bent to my every will, but I no longer had the power to understand what will was. We were all free in this world of instant gratification, but we were constrained by our own brains. The upside to this world is that everyone was content. People couldn’t remember what life was supposed to be like, so they didn’t experience any cognitive dissonance (Yay Lit) telling them something was wrong. Everyone was perfectly happy.
Two people were killed in Cairo and Alexandria this weekend as Egyptian activists took the streets to protest the military’s attempts to maintain its grip on power. And guess how the state is justifying its deadly crackdown. “We saw the firm stance the US took against OWS people & the German govt against green protesters to secure the state,” an Egyptian state television anchor said yesterday.
People constantly fault me for not liking them evident to the fact that I rarely talk to them. Get it in your head that I rarely talk to anybody. The fact that I initiate conversations with you at all should alleviate your feelings of distance with me. I’m sorry that it doesn’t because you need a close friendship. You can’t change the fact that anyone I talk to at all is relatively close to me.