"What?" Annie finally squeezed out the question after 30 seconds of dumb shock moment.
"You are an interia." The eccentric man neither smiled nor winked, his eyes determined and face impressionless.
"I don't understand, you just pulled me in to the bush, and now you are calling me a wierd name, well, I think it sounds more like a category than a name. Who the hell are you?" Annie replied a bit furiously.
"Shhh... Do you where you are?"
"Hmmm...I am in my university, on my way back to my dorm!I walk this path every single day, of course I know where I am."
"No, you are in the CRACK."
"What?..."
The man turned his gaze back to the moon and said,
"In each CRACK there exists one strongest characteristic, it can be an emotion, and attitude or a belief. In the crack, power enhance with the strength of their emotion, attitude and belief.People walked in and out of cracks as their thoughts alters, a lot of times people do not even notice they walked in the crack."
"What?...Well, if your CRACK really exists, how can people not have noticed? What's different in the crack and the real world?"
"Is there times when you just can't find someone, now through cellphone or any media? Do you sometimes get phone calls where you see who's calling but you just can't hear their voice? Do you ever encounter situations when friends cancel meetings abruptly? That's because they are in different cracks, and you cannot possibly meet, so those reasons just occur to hide the existence of the crack."
"I can't believe what you are talking about, okay, so why do you know all these? And what is a inertia?" Annie's curiosity fought over her anger, and questions filled her mind.
"I am the creator." The man replied calmly.
2010年5月28日 星期五
2
She tried to ignore her curiosity and walked on.
She descended the stairs and found herself alone on the dark road, accompanied only by yellow and weak lamps along the serpentine road. Suddenly, an accompany appeared, the footsteps had yet again return, and was inching close her with every step.
Annie did not turn, but when the figure pass by her, it stopped. It was an eccentric looking man, who's unusually short and has long beard, his awkward hault made Annie almost jump, but the little man wasn't looking at her at all, he was looking at the sky, and murmuring sentences that Annie can bearly make out. "Once in a blue moon..." was all she could comprehend.
It was late, and the situation is getting eerier than she wanted, so Annie ignored that man and kept on walking, the next moment, not realizing how everything had evolved, the little man was standing in middle of the road, motionless, tilting his head upward and eyes locked at the moon, and a car, wherever it came from, is marching towards the little man.
Annie was anxious and she screamed, "watch out!"
And something unbelievable happened, the little man disappeared right before the black toyota hit him.
He was gone. Vanished into the humid night air.
"What..." Annie stared at the spot in astonishment, what is going on? What just happened?
A gentle pulled on the edge of her skirt made her jumped. A hand was sticking out from the bush, and pulling the edge of her skirt.
She screamed and jumped back, the hand gestured a silent "shhhh" and pulled her hand with more strength, the next moment she fount herself squatting behind the bush, with the little man next to her, as if they were gurriellas in the vietnem war.
"Shush you noisy girl." The little man whispered, with his eyes locked on the road.
"Who are you? Why did you pull me here? Did you just disappeared? Are you a ghost?" The curiosity surpass fear and words poured out of my mouth.
"Mine mine, the questions are getting ridiculous!" The little man turned and looked at me in the face for the first time and snapped.
Then Annie noticed that his eyes were very pale, almost transparent like crystal, but you seem to discover bits of color when you looked at them in different angles.
"You are not a Numb..." The man ignored the questions, and his voice grew tender.
Then in a very soft voice he looked deeply into my eyes with his crystal eyeballs and said, "once in a blue moon, Isotonia appears..."
She descended the stairs and found herself alone on the dark road, accompanied only by yellow and weak lamps along the serpentine road. Suddenly, an accompany appeared, the footsteps had yet again return, and was inching close her with every step.
Annie did not turn, but when the figure pass by her, it stopped. It was an eccentric looking man, who's unusually short and has long beard, his awkward hault made Annie almost jump, but the little man wasn't looking at her at all, he was looking at the sky, and murmuring sentences that Annie can bearly make out. "Once in a blue moon..." was all she could comprehend.
It was late, and the situation is getting eerier than she wanted, so Annie ignored that man and kept on walking, the next moment, not realizing how everything had evolved, the little man was standing in middle of the road, motionless, tilting his head upward and eyes locked at the moon, and a car, wherever it came from, is marching towards the little man.
Annie was anxious and she screamed, "watch out!"
And something unbelievable happened, the little man disappeared right before the black toyota hit him.
He was gone. Vanished into the humid night air.
"What..." Annie stared at the spot in astonishment, what is going on? What just happened?
A gentle pulled on the edge of her skirt made her jumped. A hand was sticking out from the bush, and pulling the edge of her skirt.
She screamed and jumped back, the hand gestured a silent "shhhh" and pulled her hand with more strength, the next moment she fount herself squatting behind the bush, with the little man next to her, as if they were gurriellas in the vietnem war.
"Shush you noisy girl." The little man whispered, with his eyes locked on the road.
"Who are you? Why did you pull me here? Did you just disappeared? Are you a ghost?" The curiosity surpass fear and words poured out of my mouth.
"Mine mine, the questions are getting ridiculous!" The little man turned and looked at me in the face for the first time and snapped.
Then Annie noticed that his eyes were very pale, almost transparent like crystal, but you seem to discover bits of color when you looked at them in different angles.
"You are not a Numb..." The man ignored the questions, and his voice grew tender.
Then in a very soft voice he looked deeply into my eyes with his crystal eyeballs and said, "once in a blue moon, Isotonia appears..."
1
When single emotions are stringed out, cracks appears.
In between these cracks we find pure emotions that hold the most powerful strength in it.
Each held its identification color, yellow for happy, pink for dream, red for love and many more.
The world doesn't look like a clearly divided rainbow, but it simulates a pot of mixed color together. In the end we cannot see any color, we only see a huge swirl. At times, we decide that we saw the edge of a color, but it disappears so rapidly we can never be sure.
Nevertheless, cracks exist, and occasionally, the doors to them open.
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Annie lost her track of time walking back with heavy loads of packages from the MRT station. Despite the humid and burning morning, the evening was actually as cool as water. She just came back from a dinner with a friend, and walking from the main gate of her university to her dorm is like walking from live to death and when we thought the story ends, there's a revival.
She was literally looking at the road, or at her toes. Annie walked with a drowsyness that melt into the humid night air, and kept her eyes locked on the bricks ahead. It's been almost a year since she last walked this road, she had been so busy, she was always rushing on her bike from one place to another, the last time she walked was probably a year ago when her bike was stolen and she was too lazy to buy a new one. It was those days that she had most time to herself, she would walk the huge university campus and let her imagination run wild with whatever crosses her eyes
When she makes the turn from the library she hesitated, then for unknown urge she took the little trail next to the library that she seldom takes.
"Sometimes things doesn't happen for a reason." She had been so stubborn and curious about every cause in life, sometimes the exploitation of truth drives her mad, both in her mind and soul.
The trail seemed longer than usual today, somehow it seems that it never ends.
"That's impossible." She shook those thoughts off from her and kept on walking, focusing more on the bricks, avoiding the cracks in between carefully. Though nobody really believed her claim of having seen a dead snake's body in the middle of the road one afternoon, she believes her own eyes. They still crawl like they did in Eden’s in the darkest corners on the campus.
Some black unrecognizable spots on the brick caught her attention. “Is the blood?” “No it can’t be. My imagination is killing me again.” The dark spots happened to be little round objects with a soft look. She didn’t stop to examine it, it’s late now, and as much as she has been enjoying the night atmosphere she’s not ready to kneel next to unknown objects in a dark trail at ten o’clock in the night.
As a matter of fact, she had heard footpaces behind her. She’s sure there’s someone who also took the unknown interest in this road and had chosen to walk through it. The trail is narrow and it will be the last thing she wish to see, to be stuck in the middle of the trail with some stranger.
She add up her paces, and for a instance, she thought the end of the trail will never come, but it did, avoiding two obvious black round objects on the trail, she successfully walked down the stairs and found that the sound of the footpaces behind her was gone.
In between these cracks we find pure emotions that hold the most powerful strength in it.
Each held its identification color, yellow for happy, pink for dream, red for love and many more.
The world doesn't look like a clearly divided rainbow, but it simulates a pot of mixed color together. In the end we cannot see any color, we only see a huge swirl. At times, we decide that we saw the edge of a color, but it disappears so rapidly we can never be sure.
Nevertheless, cracks exist, and occasionally, the doors to them open.
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Annie lost her track of time walking back with heavy loads of packages from the MRT station. Despite the humid and burning morning, the evening was actually as cool as water. She just came back from a dinner with a friend, and walking from the main gate of her university to her dorm is like walking from live to death and when we thought the story ends, there's a revival.
She was literally looking at the road, or at her toes. Annie walked with a drowsyness that melt into the humid night air, and kept her eyes locked on the bricks ahead. It's been almost a year since she last walked this road, she had been so busy, she was always rushing on her bike from one place to another, the last time she walked was probably a year ago when her bike was stolen and she was too lazy to buy a new one. It was those days that she had most time to herself, she would walk the huge university campus and let her imagination run wild with whatever crosses her eyes
When she makes the turn from the library she hesitated, then for unknown urge she took the little trail next to the library that she seldom takes.
"Sometimes things doesn't happen for a reason." She had been so stubborn and curious about every cause in life, sometimes the exploitation of truth drives her mad, both in her mind and soul.
The trail seemed longer than usual today, somehow it seems that it never ends.
"That's impossible." She shook those thoughts off from her and kept on walking, focusing more on the bricks, avoiding the cracks in between carefully. Though nobody really believed her claim of having seen a dead snake's body in the middle of the road one afternoon, she believes her own eyes. They still crawl like they did in Eden’s in the darkest corners on the campus.
Some black unrecognizable spots on the brick caught her attention. “Is the blood?” “No it can’t be. My imagination is killing me again.” The dark spots happened to be little round objects with a soft look. She didn’t stop to examine it, it’s late now, and as much as she has been enjoying the night atmosphere she’s not ready to kneel next to unknown objects in a dark trail at ten o’clock in the night.
As a matter of fact, she had heard footpaces behind her. She’s sure there’s someone who also took the unknown interest in this road and had chosen to walk through it. The trail is narrow and it will be the last thing she wish to see, to be stuck in the middle of the trail with some stranger.
She add up her paces, and for a instance, she thought the end of the trail will never come, but it did, avoiding two obvious black round objects on the trail, she successfully walked down the stairs and found that the sound of the footpaces behind her was gone.
2010年5月23日 星期日
So the story begins
I am currently writing a book based on interviews, themed dream in Chinese.
It was a great idea and hopefully will end up a great book, but it lacks some flexibility to let my imagination run wild and yesterday I realized how much I miss writing and sharing my wild imagination with others.
Therefore I created this blogspot, on which I will write the story The Crack, which I came up with on the humid night of May 22nd, 2010, while walking back to my dorm on the school campus.
I will only tell people I love and trust about this space, and your opinions or appreciations will be precious to me. But I will not lock this blog, so whoever who ran into my world accidentally and decided to stay is more than welcome.
I shall only write here when I am dreaming, this is the crack in between real world.
It was a great idea and hopefully will end up a great book, but it lacks some flexibility to let my imagination run wild and yesterday I realized how much I miss writing and sharing my wild imagination with others.
Therefore I created this blogspot, on which I will write the story The Crack, which I came up with on the humid night of May 22nd, 2010, while walking back to my dorm on the school campus.
I will only tell people I love and trust about this space, and your opinions or appreciations will be precious to me. But I will not lock this blog, so whoever who ran into my world accidentally and decided to stay is more than welcome.
I shall only write here when I am dreaming, this is the crack in between real world.
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