Post by Beowulf Keyes on May 17, 2009 20:35:58 GMT -5
Self Inflection. Its not one of my strong suits.
The room was impossibly dark, every pore of the space covered in the infinite blackness the lent only a memory of what it once looked like. I sat in the lotus position, my legs crossed and my hands shaped into the mudra of peace (a hand sign that looks surprisingly like the modern day symbol for “Okay”.) I was trying to contemplate the inky expanse before me, trying to understand the universe in its entirety, most of all trying to wipe my mind of all thoughts and center on reaching the tendrils of my mind into the world before me. All I was succeeding in doing was dozing off.
I had spent years perfecting my body, years of rigorous training to make myself the best fighter I could be, and now when it came to honing my mind to be as sharp as my physic, I was sleeping. I shook the droopiness from my mind for what must have been tenth time that night. My thoughts fled to things I had tried to fend off for the duration of meditation, my need for a cigarette key among them. I hadn't smoked one since that morning and the lack of nicotine was giving me an almost unbearable migraine. Maybe if I had one I would be able to continue on my spiritual journey. I doubted it.
I closed my eyes again in hopes of reaching a higher plane of thought and matter. It wasn't minutes before I was asleep again, dreaming about little submarine shaped monsters that were hell bent on destroying a substantial part of my anatomy. I awoke an hour later, plagued with the same issues I'd had for the past day. And I needed a cigarette worse than ever.
I broke down and reached into my pocket for my lighter and cloves. As I pulled the pack out I knew it was to light. Opening it only confirmed my fears. The pack was empty and I groaned a groan of a man who hurt deeply in his soul. I needed a cig and I would go to the ends of the earth to get one. If that included going out into the dangerous Osaka night to buy a full pack, so be it....
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Better writers than I would have a difficult time describing the bleakness of an Osaka night.
The sky was an impenetrable gray that lent no light through its murky depth. Not even the moon could destroy the black smog that covered this dark world. It could make me cry if I was so inclined. But of course I wasn't. I was used to the crushing despair that the twisted king of this realm lent to his land. It was home and home had its downsides.
And one of those downsides was there wasn't a single decent shop that didn't get robbed within a day. The closest thing to stores were the people that sold things out of curbside stands. Even these were few and far between and unlikely to be found set up in the dead of night.
I sighed deeply as I continued to walk the empty streets, hoping for something to come along and break my revere, hoping for some insight into the universe and into my own mind.
The room was impossibly dark, every pore of the space covered in the infinite blackness the lent only a memory of what it once looked like. I sat in the lotus position, my legs crossed and my hands shaped into the mudra of peace (a hand sign that looks surprisingly like the modern day symbol for “Okay”.) I was trying to contemplate the inky expanse before me, trying to understand the universe in its entirety, most of all trying to wipe my mind of all thoughts and center on reaching the tendrils of my mind into the world before me. All I was succeeding in doing was dozing off.
I had spent years perfecting my body, years of rigorous training to make myself the best fighter I could be, and now when it came to honing my mind to be as sharp as my physic, I was sleeping. I shook the droopiness from my mind for what must have been tenth time that night. My thoughts fled to things I had tried to fend off for the duration of meditation, my need for a cigarette key among them. I hadn't smoked one since that morning and the lack of nicotine was giving me an almost unbearable migraine. Maybe if I had one I would be able to continue on my spiritual journey. I doubted it.
I closed my eyes again in hopes of reaching a higher plane of thought and matter. It wasn't minutes before I was asleep again, dreaming about little submarine shaped monsters that were hell bent on destroying a substantial part of my anatomy. I awoke an hour later, plagued with the same issues I'd had for the past day. And I needed a cigarette worse than ever.
I broke down and reached into my pocket for my lighter and cloves. As I pulled the pack out I knew it was to light. Opening it only confirmed my fears. The pack was empty and I groaned a groan of a man who hurt deeply in his soul. I needed a cig and I would go to the ends of the earth to get one. If that included going out into the dangerous Osaka night to buy a full pack, so be it....
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Better writers than I would have a difficult time describing the bleakness of an Osaka night.
The sky was an impenetrable gray that lent no light through its murky depth. Not even the moon could destroy the black smog that covered this dark world. It could make me cry if I was so inclined. But of course I wasn't. I was used to the crushing despair that the twisted king of this realm lent to his land. It was home and home had its downsides.
And one of those downsides was there wasn't a single decent shop that didn't get robbed within a day. The closest thing to stores were the people that sold things out of curbside stands. Even these were few and far between and unlikely to be found set up in the dead of night.
I sighed deeply as I continued to walk the empty streets, hoping for something to come along and break my revere, hoping for some insight into the universe and into my own mind.