once
upon a time in the island of no name, there were three groups of gods and goddesses around . One for stones, another for wind, and the other for women. Especially for the ones working as fishery workers. No wars, no accidental billionaires, and needless to say not a single love story, between any of them, gods and goddesses included, happened. It was kind of boring but quiet enough to calm any anxious beings' anxiety as well as anticipation for any other options left as
mine. Yes I was there. Living there. Hanging out with the three groups of guardians, as well as their residents. But I didn't work as a fishery worker for sure. I hadn't any skill nor interest. And I was not one of the innumerable stones nor wind tumbling around there for sure. I was alien. I wasn't same nor similar to any others. And what worse was I was not even close to mimic all of them at all. I was walking. Just walking. Day and night, night and day. Dawn to dawn. All by my
self. Only to find how far I could go. And I did find I couldn't go that much far. I actually circled around or inside the island. I didn't even dare to pass through the very mountain at the middle of it because of my new shoes. I didn't want to dirt them. Even though I was tiring them out all the time. Thus I chose to walk only on the covered roads, asphalted, cemented, or at least with a row of logs. And I did make it. Saving my shoes. To circle the one lap of the island. In a month
One
day, night, or dawn, I'm not sure for sure, one guardian goddess said or somehow confessed. We're fucked. What do you mean. I asked without a doubt just because I had no idea what she' s talking about. We are fucked I mean. By what. Look at all these shits, all is business now. Aha. I got the point of her argument. She was simply anti-capitalist, aren't you? Definitely not. I had not a single adversity or difficulty of living in an island run by any numerical value system as of
now, what I can't stand is the aesthetics part. What do you mean. Look at that building, cafes, and all the shitty vivid colors on the stones, I hate them. I think you are too sensitive. I am but I am not an exception, I have tons of other guardians complaining of all these shitty art stuffs on this kind of having been boring island, I missed the days. Of no colors? Not this much at least. I partly agreed with her opinion. For I did see all the artistic decorations all around the island by
myself while walking by myself. At one cafe on one cliff right behind the highway did I drink a bottle of mango juice which was yellow for sure. And that tastes terrible. Terribly sweet. That it made me charged. I said this to the goddess. Forget that shitty fake fruit. Is that fake? IDK, I did not drink at all. Then how do you know it's fake. The color! Yes she was simply paranoid, that it must be fruitless to keep trying to talk with her on anything related to colors and anything was
other
groups of guardians sounded a lot sane thankfully though. The wind ones were silent almost all the time. They sounded didn't care much of anything we were talking about. The color. The money. The stuffs in-between them. Didn't make them get angry nor laugh at all. They just did pokerface almost all the spacetime I happened to dwell in. Except for some spots. Right there I found they were talking like crazy. On this and that of almost all the stuffs. Including color, and
money without a doubt. They simply faked to be quiet! I shouted out loud, only to let my tiny voice pierce through their loud talk. Yes they are! The stoner agreed. With a definite hatred. On her face. It's a matter of allocation or distribution! She explained. Why they had to speak out at the same time all of a sudden without being asked nor nudged by any just like crazy. Cause the winders are just crazy! She shouted out loud. And we laughed in the middle of the rainstorm of
their talks. What made you mad! I asked to them. Nobody answered. What made them mad! I did to her instead. Who knows! She answered. And added. At least I didn't! Then we laughed. If I were you with any ability to guard any decent creatures like me on any island like this filled of stones, wind, and (fishery) women, I might definitely be happy all the time! If you want, get my job of stoner for sure! Can I?! Yes you can! Oh god. I sighed. Considered it a while. Then refused
on the guardians
1. of (fishery) women,
2. they're too busy
3. of monitoring
them fishing
