Introducing Island of Sanity

Last afternoon, after sleepy morning and before shattering evening, between my 17th and 18th “ohh... shit” of the week, queen’s soldier came to arrest me. As usual I was half asleep in my room of illusions while, my other half was struggling with dour reality. Soldiers knocked on the door of the room. No one heard. They kept knocking. No one moved. Then they used deception. They called mimicking voice of hope and my other half tired of its struggles, eagerly opened the door thinking it may led him to the land of dreams where illusions can be touched and felt and ate and drunk and smoked and #ucked… what a piece of shit! He landed my complete ass in the prison.


It was sad… dirty… cold… I was sad, dirty and cold. Isn’t it astonishing? the way our mood reflects the environment? It becomes more astonishing when it doesn’t. Although that could become part of another post so I will stick to the matters related to last afternoon. Yeah, the room was sad, dirty, cold plus filthy etc. Like any proud citizen of Shengdana Republic of Absurdia I moaned and complained loudly about that horrendous injustice to my tranquil afternoon. Damn! I want to go back to my house. There was no reason for me to be arrested that too at that ungodly hour when other people slave their seconds to make money in different corners and sub corners of this world.

I want JUSTICE! My scream was so fierce that it blew away the gates of prison and in walked ‘sexy queen’. She walked in a way which only suits her and her posterior. We looked in a way which only suits third rate leeches. Hmmhmm… that’s enough…

“Why are you screaming?”

I presented my plea.

“What is wrong with that?”

I tried to explain.

“But we haven’t moved you a bit!”

I tried to understand.

“Can’t you see?”

“Yeah, I can see and that’s why I am screaming. Why in hell you shifted me to prison?”

“You mean, why walls were made visible?”





Interesting!

It was last afternoon. During my another botched attempt to escape on the island of sanity. My escapes mean nothing in the end. For what is there to be escaped from? Does it really make any difference if walls are visible or walls are hidden?



Can I live without a prison?