Thursday 23 June 2022

Some questions about humans and injustice

Why do people not speak up?
Why do people not speak up when they see injustice happen?
Why do victims of injustice not let other people speak up?
Why do victims of injustice support those who make their lives hell?
Why do people not go where love is?
Why do people support the bad?

Why do some people hurt others?
Why do some people want to hurt others?
Why do some people feel no guilt on hurting others?
Why do some people see others hurting and feel nothing?
Why do some people keep hurting others again and again and again?

What is the price of peace?
What counts as “too much” injustice?
When does the final straw arrive?
What is the breaking point?

Wednesday 15 June 2022

(Incomplete) Bubble Number One

In Bubble Number One, people’s sensitivity is extremely heightened and extremely short-lived. It towers above you if you look at it, its peak completely out of sight. It also stands extremely thin, owing to the small time interval it lasts for. Despite having this kind of sensitivity to what happens around them, people continue to very mildly feel the effects of events long after they have occurred. It is unlikely, however, that people detect these feelings.

A baby born into Bubble Number One is overwhelmed when it opens its eyes. It feels an extreme sense of wonder, an extreme feeling of helplessness, and an extreme urge to say the word “bub”. Because of how sensitivity works in Bubble Number One, these feelings come and go again and again, in intervals of milliseconds. To avoid the consequences of this, doctors cover the baby’s eyes and ears with a piece of cloth. Whenever a doctor has forgotten to do this, consequences have included the baby experiencing an immense amount of confusion. Such confusion shapes the baby’s brain into a very pointy cone. Consequences have also included a drastic decrease in the baby’s sensitivity, so that instead of an extremely tall tower, the sensitivity takes the form of a very flat plateau.

Bee is a person who faced such a consequence of the lack of cloth covering. Bee’s sensitivity is flat. This means that Bee does not feel a lot. However, what she feels is long-lived, and will continue to exist beyond her death. Her interactions with other human beings are akin to a ball bouncing between the tip of a pencil and a wall. Whenever a person in Bubble Number One feels short-lived and extremely heightened anger at Bee, they are unable to forget it and keep feeling it again and again. This is because Bee reciprocates with long-lasting anger, which then makes them feel their sharply peaked anger again. And so the ball that is anger keeps bouncing between Bee’s and the other person’s sensitivity.

The same can be said of other emotions.

For this reason, Bee lives in a hut far away from all other human beings. She lives in a hut that lies exactly at the confluence of two mountains. To Bee, it looks like one mountain bumps into the other. She empathizes with the mountains, which means that she exists with a constant feeling of bumping into someone else. Such a feeling defines Bee’s gait. While walking, Bee comes to sudden stops every few seconds, as if she just bumped into someone. Since her emotions are very mild, this peculiarity is hard to notice.

The only other living presence in Bee’s hut is her cat Fish. It is hard to tell how the emotions of a cat in Bubble Number One works. In Bee’s presence, Fish’s activities include meowing, eating, sleeping and going for occasional walks around the hut. This is fairly normal for a cat born in this Bubble. Fish has never met any other human being residing in Bubble Number One. One of the emotions felt by Bee is a low hum of worry for Fish. Bee does not know how Fish will react to meeting other human beings. Another emotion felt by Bee is a low hum of curiosity about how Fish’s meeting with other human beings would go. 

These two emotions reside on a racetrack. Bee’s actions are determined by the relative amount of these emotions. Ever since Fish was born, the low hum of worry has always been in the lead. When the worry is far ahead of the curiosity, Bee remembers to wake up before Fish each morning, making sure Fish does not wander far away to regions with human presence. She makes sure Fish is beside her when she sleeps. 

Saturday 11 June 2022

Sitting in a bus and reading a book

I am in a bus from Emptiness to Emptiness, seated by the window exceeding me in size. It is completely green outside—the trees are green and get slowly greener as we cross the places where it recently rained. The ground is green and the sky seems like it wants to turn from its rainy grey to a rainy green. My eyes are glued to everything outside. It is hard to look elsewhere. 

In my hands is the book my best friend gave me for my birthday. It is about a 22-year old in Tokyo and then Greece and her unconventional relationships, and very surreal. The sentences aren’t overly long, and the people in it interact in interesting ways, so it is hard to put down. I’m not sure where to look. My mind keeps nudging me to read ahead and see what happens and finish reading so I can start the next book I want to read. But I’m not sure where to look. It is so beautiful outside.

I keep looking outside to my left, then down at the book in my hands, then outside, then at my book, based on intervals marked by paragraphs and chapters. Tokyo has started transforming from a city full of glass and concrete to a place filled with green. Slowly I reach a state where I cannot differentiate what is outside and what I imagine as I read my book. The city scenery is spotted by vague spots of green. 

It starts raining more and the sound of the rain evens out all differences between the imagery in my head and the imagery outside. The book disappears from my hands and the window disappears from my left as I see myself in a dull green-coloured darkness full of stories.

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Every time I write something surreal, I seem to choose various elements from my environment and see them and the images representing them merging.