Dating : The City Of Blinding Mind

Do you know what’s worth fighting for~

Rubbles. Destroyed cables. Shattered glasses. Crushed dreams …..

When it’s not worth dying for?~

right beneath my feet. I achieve in living through the days and sparing the nights …..

Does it take your breath away~

barely surviving. The still air contains floating dusts …..

And you feel yourself suffocating~

of tiny pieces of hopes broken.

There is no empty space to inhale clean air.

21 Guns by Green Day fills the atmosphere from the central radio station. The mast radiator is still standing strong, except that the antenna is defective, causing an improper deliverance of the song to the city. The radio station is located at the end of the city, allowing the song to echo at long distances and reach every part of the city.

Welcome to the City of Blinding Mind, where before it is blinded, it was a life of beauty.

This was once a city where liveliness used to exist. Now, it seems like a city never once existed. It was once bright and full of life. Sky high tall, colourful skyscrapers vacated the wide landscape grounds, painting the scenery with vibrant feels. Even at night, strings of lights illuminated the dark. Pitch dark was filled with radiant, bright rays of light, beautifying the black canvas of the city.

That was when the world of imagination and creativity held their meanings of existence. Now, what is left of those are only scraps of remains layering the grounds, with heavy smell petroleum and a misty outlook from the debris.

I am but just a character alive in this mind of a human being. I am an imaginary speck of living creation strolling along the scattered materials, accompanied by reminiscence of happy moments racing through my own mind. Moments that once lived. This human used to imagine and dream so much to get her mind working, building wonders all around, until disaster stroke, taking away the life that once existed.

It feels like Zombietown now that the mind becomes blind.

I depart from what felt like home that I worked in before — Imagination and Creativity Private Limited — A manufacturing company that worked miracles. It had a huge dome-shaped tinted glass covering the manufacturing works inside, reflecting through the glass, changing colours and having pattern effects circling the dome. It was one of the companies that brought this city to life. The inspiration of colouring and painting the city in vibrant colours came from this company. It spread the liveliness all over.

Until the flood of black, thick liquid crashed the dome and broke the glass into tiny little pieces, scattering on the machines, disabling the condition of the company. The whole area is now a monument of black waste, mixed with pieces of glasses and black liquid covering the worn out machines.

My feet are heavily walking away from it. I have to learn to let go.

I arrive at Intellectual Enterprise, recalling the works that used to run here. It got used to working from 9 to 5 because the human being goes either to work or school. It was stimulated to work by solving questions and problems that were being faxed through from Sensory Telecommunication, which was an external company from this enterprise. Besides that, the thought processes required resources from the Memory and Storage Warehouse to get materials for recalling works to solve and answer any question or problem it received.

In the enterprise, the main working departments were Logical and Common Sense Departments. Because of these two departments, the enterprise expanded, building more buildings so that more work processes could be carried out.

The buildings were renovated to look like rectangular building blocks of colourful neatly packed Uno Stacko that had not been touched, with transparent bridges linking the buildings together. At nights, the rectangular blocks light up, alternating the effects of lighting up from one brick to another. This brought about the rays of neon illuminating.

Besides exercising the human’s daily task, the enterprise also worked on different life situations that required proper thinking of facing them. Even deep thinking was what this human always did. That was when the neon lights would pierce rays in the daylight. This task given to the enterprise works 24 hours to react the human’s body. The enterprise was more than just working out the human’s routine work.

The enterprise was located in the front of the whole city, leading every company working here. Hence, this enterprise kept the city running of intellectual works and products.

Does the pain weigh out the pride? ~

However, now, those bricks of stackos lay on top of one another …..

And you look for a place to hide ~

after being toppled, like the wrong bricks were being picked out from the buildings …..

Did someone break your heart inside ~

Even those bridges …..

You’re in ruins ~

crashed.

From these colourful concrete, my feet lead me to the front porch of Emotional Corporations, where there used to be a tall, twenty-storey level harmonica-like building with tinted windows on one side, allowing the sun’s rays to reflect and outburst the colours from the window pane and different tones of sounds would come out from the different windows, like a harmonica being played.

At night, colourful LED spotlights shone out from the windows in an alternating pattern sequence. The kind of emotions that this human being felt is reflected on the window and shone the brightest.

Different levels of the building represented different levels of emotions that this human contained. The different levels were coloured due to the tinted, transparent glass and if the corporation requested the human to feel such feeling, the corporation would fax out the mechanism of feeling a certain kind of emotion to other companies, and even to the body itself. This was so that the human could carry out a reaction according to the emotion sent out.

The corporation worked till night, until the human body shut down because she would be sleeping. Unless at times, she stayed up to keep her thinking clear and her body be at peace, the corporation would have to function and activate the feeling of “serenity” to calm her down.

The corporation also worked hand-in-hand with Sensory Communication and Intellectual Enterprise to receive faxes on what emotions to produce so that the human can feel and react.

When you’re at the end of the road ~

The end is dead. There is no escape. This city …..

And you lost all sense of control ~

has no way out. Either we learn hard to survive ….

And your thoughts have taken their toll ~

or die trying. Sanity is all I have intact ….

When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul ~

to keep me alive.

I circle around the city, until I find myself standing in front of Subconscious Organization. It was a tall, pyramid-like building that is placed in the center of the whole city, keeping the human in proper balance and ensuring her to be conscious and sane.

The pyramid is made of three sheets of strong, equilaterally-triangular iron shields coated in black to maintain the function inside. There is a inside protected. This keeps the human feet on the ground.

Sometimes, the inside the pyramid flies up to the tip. This means that the human’s spirit is high up. Such situations happen when Emotional Corporations faxes in the feeling of love; the body shuts down; the human was tip-toeing; and when the imagination and creativity is in progress. The organization then sends out to the body the feeling of having a high self-esteem.

The is usually in the middle of the pyramid, where it goes against gravity by being lifted off the ground. The hits the lowest point — that is, drops onto the ground — when the human falls and loses his balance and when Emotional Corporation faxes in the feeling of sadness, while the organization sends to the body the feeling of having a low self-esteem.

The pyramid is the only structure that still stays strong in the city, but the is always dropping due to the stress that the human is facing. This loses her balance and even close to losing her sanity. The pressure that the human causes onto herself is the main cause of the dropping. The proper level of pressure that the human puts on herself could bring the back to its normal level above the ground.

The pyramid never changes, nor has it ever been destructed. The coating never rusts, even in the strongest storm. It is one of the only structures that is barely touched, except that scientists working underground always keep it checked to ensure the is in the right position.

The city could tell time by the clock tower in the south of the pyramid. The clock tower was a replica of Big Ben, except that the tower was fully painted in rainbow colours, avoiding the face. Now, it is in ruins as I pick up the short hand and recall the actual structure of it.

Your faith walks on broken glass ~

It hurts to walk barefooted, until my feet …..

And the hangover doesn’t pass ~

bleed out the pains of yesterdays. What tomorrow brings …..

Nothing’s ever built to last ~

has never been thought of because of the damages done. What is ….

You’re in ruins ~

the meaning of tomorrow then?

On the west of the Subconscious Organization is the Sensory Telecommunication — or somehow, was. Streaks of wires, shatters of lightbulbs and large pieces of stacking marble tiles filling the spaces of where there were once five short buildings clustered together. Those five buildings were the different senses that the human has: sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch.

Each building was of different colours outlined with strings of lightbulbs that were of the same colour as the building themselves. When the telecommunication received signals from the sensory body parts, the lightbulbs would light up in different effects. That indicated that the sensory building would be at work faxing to the necessary companies to get them working.

The telecommunication operated all day until the body shut down to sleep. This was when the body would be oblivious to the surrounding, not realising any external happenings, unless the body was awakened by it.

Sensory Telecommunication cooperated and sent faxes to signal other companies of what was sensed from the outside world. Intellectual Enterprise would process and work out what action was to be carried out after the external factor was received. Emotional Corporations would process and generate what emotions should the human feel. Memory and Storage Warehouse would store the information of what was faced and took note of how and what to feel. This was also faxed by Emotional Corporations to the telecommunication.

If the telecommunication is no longer existing and functioning, the sensory organs are no longer working. There is no connection from the outside world to the inside world because of the destroyed wires that cut off all connections, even within the city. This human is not capable reacting anymore.

Did you try to live on your own ~

Here I am …..

When you burned down the house and home ~

the last one standing …..

Did you stand too close to the fire? ~

in this dead old city of torn down buildings …..

Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone ~

looking for a purpose in life. A brand new beginning. If I could.

Memory and Storage Warehouse was huge that it took up a whole lot of land due to the amount of materials the warehouse stored. The warehouse had connections with all of the other companies but it only had one building with multiple doors, and it looked like an elongated barn.

All the companies would fax in and deliver their necessary materials that were to be stored so that in times to come, the human would try to recall, which triggered the Intellectual Enterprise to fax the warehouse to track down the required information needed for recalling. The whole stretch of warehouse had six different metal doors for different companies that existed, including one for “miscellaneous”, the one with the largest storage area.

However, due to the overwhelming amount of miscellaneous materials, the warehouse burst, causing the other sections to be affected and burst as well. There was no storage area to keep and organise the amount of information and materials collected. Therefore, the materials spilled out and blinded the whole city like an oil spill, covering the colours with pitch darkness and pure blackness, crumbling every single building that stood tall. No one is safe to live here no more.

Not even me.

Now, the level of spilled information and materials rises above ground and almost every minute due to the human forcing herself to memorise and take in what she is told to memorise — studied information. Hence, the rubbles on the grounds are now close to drowning in the flood of information and materials.

There is no other colour but black.

When it’s time to live and let die ~

The child in a human is lost. The world of imagination ….

And you can’t get another try ~

and creativity have vanished. No ground could be used to …..

Something inside this heart has died ~

to build the city no more. The mind becomes ….

You’re in ruins ~

a zombie.

This human collects information daily. Lots of it. Information from television, games on techy gadgets, school or work materials that are enforced to study for the sake of examinations, different music listened to, gossips and stalking and other etcetera information that is absorbed but does not need to be thought through.

There is no use for imagination and creativity to be activated. Even ones’ emotions could be entangled due to the lack of stimulating one’s mind to imagine and create. Humanity is lost in the minds of a human due to the lack of understanding of the true purpose of life. Life is at stake of time, where the fast-pace environment leaves no space to breathe. Dreams do not have a purpose anymore.

Or does it?

From a distance, my eyes catch the sight of a small stalk of bougainvillea blooming out from the black ground. I walk towards it, kneel down and observe it in fascination. The striking purplish pink involuntarily brings a wide smile on my face and sparkles in my eyes. My chest feels lightens up and the heavy burden of continuing to live disappears like mist.

This brings hope for a new beginning, a new tomorrow.