Brain 2

Doesn’t nuclear machine sound much better than nuclear bomb, I asked myself. Basically nuclear machines would have two functions, operate with a programmed task using nuclear energy, and explode when fallen from the sky, that’s what made them so beautiful, the beauty of multi-purpose, I didn’t care if the purposes were good or bad, the fact that a name like “nuclear machine” can abolish the use of the word “nuclear bomb” fascinated me; unless the nuclear machine is friction proof…

My head hurts, I am thinking too much of the past, or trying to memorize what happened in the past, just so I can remember how I got to this strange city with green-desert gardens. You might ask me, what the hell does green-desert gardens even mean? “Preposterous Crap!” is what I shouted when I first saw them behind me, just in front of that motel I saw on the map. But it was there, it’s like a desert, but everything green in a desert is densely populated in this garden. Not like an oasis though, no water, water fountains, yes, but no pounds or lakes. And not like a beach, since it had cactuses and dry spiky plants. And it wasn’t over-populated or chaotically populated; the green-desert garden had walk paths through it made from hard sand, that were surrounded by soft, pure, unmoving sand, the “grass” part of the garden. The cactuses were nice to look at too, they had flowers blooming all over them with different colours on each cactus, the dry spiky plants created swirly shapes that go up in the air and then fall down to form a gate, the water fountains were flowerless cactuses that had a natural tap.

I am hungry now, I need some food, my stomach is starting to contract and has gotten smaller. I always thought about this mysterious morphing of the stomach, why would it get smaller? Is it shying away from the other organs? Or are the other organs harassing her because she became weak from no food, so they trap the stomach to her centre, and the stomach enhances her left strength by concentrating it in a smaller area? I duno, I never really tried to figure it out, it’s more fun when kept mysterious. But the stomach also gets greedy and arrogant when it gets food, it starts to grow and asks for more! You go eat and get filled, and after 2-3 hours you get hungry again. Who said we have a choice, the stomach surely does have control over us.

There was no one at the bakery when I arrived, but the place seemed open, with flute music on and fans made out of palm leaves were spinning on the wall (not the ceiling??). I tried to call for someone, no answer after 2 minutes, called again, still no one feels like getting up and serve the hungry customer, they probably have big stomachs. Then I noticed a strange illustration signage, no words, just shapes, just like the map, everything is illustrated by its function. This illustration had a hand and a diagram of the counter in front of me. The hand, through picture steps, goes on an orange circle, then you choose to move it to a certain angle, and then the food pops up from a purple circle, just next to the orange one.

I wasn’t sure what each angle would produce, I didn’t see any menu, but the illustration had the hand going northeast, sense I already saw the pie or cake (not sure what it was) that was produced from northeast, which didn’t look very “filling”, I decided I will go southwest.

My hand slid towards southwest, but nothing popped out the purple circle, instead the room got filled with a “warning” red light, the doors of the bakery closed, the palm-leaves fans stopped. Something smelled funny, but I didn’t have time to recognize the smell, I fainted.