Mind 1

I didn’t remember of how I got here, all I can remember is myself holding a carrot amongst falling nuclear machines. No, I am not talking about nuclear missiles or bombs, whatever they call them today, they were nuclear machines, machines that were operated by nuclear energy, and they were falling from the sky… I guess when they do that, they can be “nuclear bombs”, but not in the general sense of the word.

Now I am lying down on grey streets with dark purple stains, the painter must have carried a dark purple paint bucket that stirred and dripped on the street while he was painting it with faint grey paint, that’s how they looked to me.

I stood up brushing the brown dust from my black pants, the dust was surprisingly brighter than normal, as in color, the color wasn’t just how dust might look on black pants, but it was almost paint that flew away with a flick of my hand and disappeared into the air.

I tried to find out where I have fallen into, or what have fallen on me, and there in front of me was a map. “Nampoliks City” it read, I brushed my eyes, it saw “Nampoliks City”. I never saw this sign before, or heard of this city before, at least a city near where I was, and I was sure I knew all the cities around my city.

An orange-haired man passed between me and the Nampoliks City map, am I in Ireland? I asked him, trying to be funny, he said no, with no trace of feeling insulted, you are in Nampoliks City, I responded “So I have read there.” He gave me a “right…” look with a raised eyebrow, looked me up and down, and moved away, I didn’t get to ask him more questions. Even though the man looked strange, I thought I knew him, but that’s normal, my memory is always vague.

I didn’t really feel anxious or scared, I have always wanted to wake up in a place I didn’t know, especially after I thought it was the end of the world when the nuclear machines dropped, but they were sadly friction proofed, the nuclear energy in them didn’t explode, so I didn’t make as much damage most people that ran for their life thought, not me, I stood outside smiling at the beautiful machines. Paradoxical? Beautiful nuclear machines? Some people might argue, but nevertheless, they were beauty in my eyes. My before-fainting memory began to regain status.

I took a step forward to look at the map, and the map mirrored my movement, I jumped back in surprise, and the map did so too. I tried again with caution, and realized the map’s elements were popping out, like a strip of rays engulfing me, I stepped unconsciously in the middle of the orange circle on the ground in front of the map board and the whole of Nampoliks City came wrapping around me. I saw all the areas and where they were located, the baker here, the park just on my right, the motel just behind me, and the Library a bit further on my northwest. The Library, yea, that place would have some information and people with information, I thought. I saw a couple walking behind the map board, orange-haired, strange, even though they had a different shade, It’s not common to see more than one person with orange hair in one place, I mean, I do love orange hair for no apparent reason, and short hair, which what the girl had, but it was just bizarre.

I turned back, and soon I realized, everyone had orange hair, smiling and walking through green-desert gardens.