Final Phenomenon: E-Lunar, Route A (4) (MANUSCRIPT)

Short Afterthought: (Final)

The final thing I'd like to say here in all these little snippets, is actually not from me- Particularly. I'd like to now archive some thoughts from a dear old character of mine, Mr. Amon Cameron Yefferus himself! I'd previously written a side-story for the guy, titled: "Yefferus's Journal Misadventures", yet it never took off and instead sat somewhere at the bottom of my Microsoft Word documents, as well as Google Docs. 

Without further ado, here are the miscellaneous thoughts of an older male teacher who apparently had a lot of thoughts! 

Yefferus's Journal Misadventures

    March 13th, 

    Video games, perhaps, give us a chance at a life that never was ours. Hm. It's a funny thing, to ponder. Many kids will bend over outright backwards just to buy that new form of entertainment and media! Meanwhile, for others, it's the one of the very few forms of success they'll ever grasp. Despite one's potential solidarity, the virtual characters and personas of a virtual world can cheer on a person's synthetic achievements. Does this make the achievements any less real and instead more fabricated? I'd think not. In fact, I knew that Allen Nachtwell would resonate with this as well. 

    April 4th, 

    Nora has been whispering to herself a lot recently. Though there had been no need for her to do that since this classroom was empty aside from her and I on Tuesdays. I just didn't have classes that day, so many people used my hub as a location for relaxation and venting. I recall one conversation we'd had earlier today- It still sticks with me. 

    "You mean to tell me that Allen finds himself addicted to computers now because he thinks that that's the only form of success he'll ever find in life?"

    I sighed, fixing my black blow-tie and looking down at my desk which had been clothed in calendars. "Something like that. You see... as a teacher, I also hold a sort of accountability to be a 'peace-maker' over my students. So I ask that you see things from his perspective. Fathom the possibility that computers could have been all his life has ever been chocked up to."

    Thinking of Allen makes me think of myself. Here I was, a successful professor at a university... but was soon on the move for a less dangerous life. I never planned to leave that college- The one I met Evrich at, my dear old student. I never planned to be where I am now. It was not a dream or aspiration of mine, yet here I am. It's all by incident, this life. I'm a man in his early forties whose world got flipped-turned upside down.

    April 15th, 

    The job market is so horrible these days, people say without ever really realizing just how much those words enable young kids to blame external devices and muddy up their language about the world even more. Truly, that phrase has become the hallmark of the next great apocalypse. The... jobpocalypse. And the adults, such as myself, all smile arrogantly at this phrase. We both believe it while also tossing it off as useless fodder when it concerns our dreams and aspirations. Because it is not like we are the ones losing jobs anytime soon.

    April 25th, 

    Just another day in Little Japan, Canada. Little Japan is one of the most successful cities this side of the Mississippi. And believe me when I say that that river is actually quite far away from where I am as of now. It feels good, on days like these, to just admire the scenery around me. Fried rice covered with cheese and beef is a smell which emits from the local Champagne Shack. That name is both so fluent in its high-end target audience whilst also sounding so... 'ghetto'. It sounds simultaneously like it wields a beautiful landscape, especially for lushes like myself, but also an affiliation to the darker sides of industrial life. Perhaps that is the allure of going to a place like that. It teeters on danger whilst also possessing a quaint vanity. Reminds me of the old avant-garde stories where a charismatic and vain knight would fight off evil in pursuit of a princess. Perhaps like the stories of the Prince of Gretchenia, Adalhelm de la Dragonthread III.

    May 1st, 

    Every so often in this life, we are met with some kind of force that shakes up our entire perception of the world. Trauma? No, that is a bit too dramatic for what I mean. Although, these forces do leave quite an impression on us. But we have all been there. We are getting on just fine, and then when we least expect it... some kind of woman or fierce storm comes in and throws all of our coping mechanisms into the fire. Hm. I have lost count of how many exact times this has happened. At some point, we end up becoming that woman that zaps everyone to a crisp around us. It feels good until you realize a simple moral here, which a former student of mine once said. To quote Damian McCoy, "Bitchez bee crayzee".

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                Thank you all so much for reading along the adventures and trials that make up this ol' E-Lunar universe of mine! I really don't think I could ask for a better audience and I'm so grateful for the reception. Well, I guess it's now it's time to set our sails for a new set of stories. 

    Here's to a new cast of characters and a new universe somewhere else! I couldn't have done it without you.

With best regards, 

    ~ Cier Ryland