chapter 1 : putting worlds in words

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Part 1

he stood there unable to identify if the acts he's making are strokes of insanity or pure genius , he just stood bravely breathing out smoke from his nearly_ finished cigarette , he showed no fear even though he's on the ledge of the central, 25_ floor building in the public market , seems like his pain finally overcame his fear of heights , or his nature of clinging to life ..

but it must be something else that drove him to the ledge with the intention to jump off ending his life , pain seems so .. Primitive in his standards or relatively to his past ...


World in words:

" It's funny , everyday thousands and thousands of people pass by this dead cat on the sidewalk , no one found it in his heart to bury it , it slowly started to decay , I know that because I have seen it lose a part of it each day , indicating what life is all about , " fading " losing parts along the road of life ..."

Thoughts as such were running through Klaus's head as he passes through people walking down town, forging his way in the crowded streets to his house from another senseless day of college, repeated his way of life was , repeated his thoughts became , thus if he lays the ball point pen along a piece of paper he only gets some empty scratches and song lyrics that are often misspelled . He can't seem to ignore the dazing smells that are spreading in the air from nearby restaurants , his stomach rumbles while the voice of logic saying" you don't need this now", besides , how ridiculous he'll look sitting in one of them alone .

He stood in silence at the bus stop, that looked like it had been severely abused by some people for an obscure reason, he paid the ticket and got on the first bus arrived and sat in the first seat that also was abused " why do people empty out their anger on innocent things that their only fault was existing in the way? Is it anger? Or is it only boredom? Or do people have the obsession of leaving a print behind? A name? a bent in a public seat ? Some graphite on a school wall or just some absolute nonsense?! " thought Klaus while sitting beside a well dressed middle aged business man who was eating a sandwich with one hand and talking through the phone with the other , splinters of food flew everywhere , a big mess the man was! But as Klaus looked down he oddly realized that the man wore no socks.

While he was on the way, Klaus opined to fill his time in counting the traffic signs and commercial banners that lined up without gaps along the streets, " the world became canned and tasteless , we started eating chemicals times as much as real food and stupidly wondering why diseases such as censer are increasing widely , while every company is promoting it's poison in the most glamorous ways, we complicated the world in a way which has no turning back " thought Klaus.

Everyone around him seemed unresponsive to what's going on around them , where every single one of them made an entire isolated world from their smart phones , everyone breaks contact with the real world and indulge in social networking and grow roots sitting in another world which they don't belong to , so if you threw an object at them , it will slip off their faces without any reaction what so ever ! and they'll just keep on smiling and laughing with themselves and closing all passages of receiving information from their surroundings and close their eyes to all the causes that were supposed to be theirs !

So instead of making us more aware and more close to each other , modern technology set every single one of us apart in separate spaces , numbed to the bone , senseless and lost . Also it made us connect and tangle every aspect of life to it until we just can't imagine life without it , for it seems to be the base of everything from academic researches and paying your bills , to launching missiles and banking accounts that house millions of digital cash , and much more dangerous stuff that we shouldn't have ignorantly connected it to an evolution that could be easily demolished with minds as smart as the ones who built it in the first place .

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