A confirmation that I am not lost, I happen to be out in the middle of nowhere on purpose. Lost people are trying to find their location. I like it out here, north is south and west is east, the moon and the sun are always shining. The barren dry land and orange-brown sand and gravel continue like this for miles. There are deadly creatures and cool desert winds.
Being lost just looks stupid, and unbearable. Staring unto the broad horizontal plane that separates earth from sky with that mad hopeful look in you're eye. At first the search is a frantic dismay; "how the fuck did I get here? where the fuck is this?", the awakened one walks for miles in only one direction, and that is, to find solution, answers, and most importantly, to survive.
We can add a few billion people to this, all lost and confused, running around a barren desert with minimal clothing and starving for food and water. You can imagine the carnage. Soon it will be a barren wasteland of dead lost people, or lost people savagely brutalizing one another, and then eating their remains before becoming lost with their sole purpose once again. Survive, Answers.
Lets forget the onslaught of lost cannibals. Once again, just a lone searching man or wo-man.
You are in the middle of nowhere, with no answers, no water and no clothing. you are practically naked. What does a lost naked person find in the middle of a wasteland?
You will say death, that answer seems to be inevitable, unless of course you find a way to survive, where you will die anyway. So we can safely assume, you will die.
What else would you find?
Rocks. Lots of rocks. While the horizontal place in front of you appears to be sizzling with dry heat, you will see rocks. Perhaps some tree's and shrubs. A few snakes, some lizards and a camel.
Step one of finding answers to you re arrival to this desert plane, is communication. Asking for answers.
So you ask the rock, the rock says nothing. You ask the snake. The snake seems to be having a bad day, so you leave the snake. The camel spits at you and tells you to go away, so you sit under the tree. Rude camels.
Later on the rock and tree and camel and snake and shrub all speak to you.
So now you are friends with rocks, trees, camels, snakes and shrubs. So, pretty much, you are no where near finding answers as to why you are here.
In conclusion, it's probably a bad idea to get lost in a desert and be pillaged by cannibals. And I don't know how to continue this story. I was bored. Cya.
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