Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Revisiting lalaland
Back at lalaland again last night. It seems to have changed. Still, there's some sort of familiarity hanging around in the air. The more things change, the more they remain the same. The oxygen in the air still smells the same and every step taken there seems to fill him with renewed euphoria. That, is the part of him that knows. That, is the part of him who can see, smell, hear, feel and touch. He sees the familiarity of things around him. He sees the logic and rationality hidden beneath the surface.
Despite that, he is always separated from himself there, at lalaland. he doesn't know that he is separated from He. But He knows. he would probably realise too, but that would always come much later. He stands at the side, looking at the ridiculous things he is doing.
Things that do not make sense. Things that you know are made up. These things are the ones that you can expect to happen every moment at lalaland without you even finding anything strange about them.
he was brushing his teeth at home. after rinsing his mouth, he jumped back onto his bed and started reading his book. after two pages, he was in a library reading a thick reference book. He stood at the corner, chuckling to himself. he did not realise it. because he is still reading. soon, he got tired of reading. he walked to the library counter. and ordered a glass of lychee martini. not surprisingly, the lady served it to him. he held the glass and sipped the drink to quench his thirst. Again, He smiled to himself after seeing what happened.
he began to feel a little bored in the library. it seemed too suffocating, to be trapped behind four walls and artificially cooled air. he walked to the lift and entered the doors. he pressed on the button '4'. the doors opened and he walked out quickly. as soon as he stepped out of the lift, he walked to his right and laid on the bench, enjoying the fresh air in the open park. there were some kids playing with kites at the far corner. a few metres away from his bench was a dog running on the spot in circles. He grinned wryly again.
It is now time. Yes, time's up now. It's gonna stop. He went to him. And he became He. He became he. He opened his eyes and found himself on the bed, with the alarm clock beside him screaming for some attention. Another day begins.
Despite that, he is always separated from himself there, at lalaland. he doesn't know that he is separated from He. But He knows. he would probably realise too, but that would always come much later. He stands at the side, looking at the ridiculous things he is doing.
Things that do not make sense. Things that you know are made up. These things are the ones that you can expect to happen every moment at lalaland without you even finding anything strange about them.
he was brushing his teeth at home. after rinsing his mouth, he jumped back onto his bed and started reading his book. after two pages, he was in a library reading a thick reference book. He stood at the corner, chuckling to himself. he did not realise it. because he is still reading. soon, he got tired of reading. he walked to the library counter. and ordered a glass of lychee martini. not surprisingly, the lady served it to him. he held the glass and sipped the drink to quench his thirst. Again, He smiled to himself after seeing what happened.
he began to feel a little bored in the library. it seemed too suffocating, to be trapped behind four walls and artificially cooled air. he walked to the lift and entered the doors. he pressed on the button '4'. the doors opened and he walked out quickly. as soon as he stepped out of the lift, he walked to his right and laid on the bench, enjoying the fresh air in the open park. there were some kids playing with kites at the far corner. a few metres away from his bench was a dog running on the spot in circles. He grinned wryly again.
It is now time. Yes, time's up now. It's gonna stop. He went to him. And he became He. He became he. He opened his eyes and found himself on the bed, with the alarm clock beside him screaming for some attention. Another day begins.
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