Shepherd
Lay A junior Stock manager at the Old & Stable HomeTowns biggest warehouse.
Have made
on his life, make in his job. At his office, he filling computer-spreadsheets
on the one monitor and check all the security cameras, on the other monitor
screen set. His free hand he spinning pen and tapping a tiny notebook, making incomprehensible
doodles. There is a phone too, he need
take call or two sometimes wait and answer to a call, on the phone peoples ask him
to do many favours and tasks.
He on phone
right now speak: “Yes !” “Yes...”
But now
those tiny tappings more like lithography.-- More writing less figure. There interesting
thing that as his pen moves, making those little doodle letters, weird thing,
odd thing, extraordinary thing There is another set of similar symbols follows
this his pen, it oddly they just fly there among similar levitating like fish
in a school, tiny decorated holes in veil of reality, it... them appears from
nowhere float there for moment, then disappears. Like fire made out of weird
language.
He writing,
them flying letters follows like flock of birds his pen, it not disturb him for
he have see it, them before. Many times, and as they first appears they blink
so fast, just one or two or three at time, that there were no even the time to
a register no time to wonder, see one to come to come linger little longer was
that a eye-floater or some very momentary happening, easily forgettable thingy,
not worry thingy.
But just
this his new preference to write these weird lines of ill look hieroglyphs make him question his sanity, no need to
register those floating magic letters, while ago before them even appear he
fear his mind be broken.
His hand
move like it’s own, use a pen, when it write that unknown language. When he be a
phone when he be working, _Is that some stress relief auto-motion._ he thinks. _Why I generate this? Why be my hands curse cipher
this way, when I don’t pay attentions –some calligraphic tourette? NO?
Are these mad letters some deep sunken
memories from the childhood? Now surfacing this way... some trauma trapped them hide deep now those memories
trying escape? And what is this language?_ He look it for the web, if there any hint. _Never
me be china ancient Egypt or where Incas are, but all those, these resemble
according all these net-pages me been looking for them, and more things like
tiny pictures smiley face and thunderbolt like on some children sticker
collection._ “Hmm...”* Make him wonder more and more, when those flying letters
appears and disappears be like fire. _Now
what I see? Is this epilepsy is this a hypnosis do a need real doctor to subscribe
me the triangular medicine, or would they just throw me in a madhouse. Big time
consider, about social things if the people wound out --me insane. _
He tried
hide act of magic writing, when he be the public and all time just conceal it
all even it come him natural like a breathing.
In a dull
tubular-halo lamp lit a boring break room, white concrete walls kitchen set. There
were an unclean fat man it-specialist, some office worker and an old cleaning woman.
Fat man look a news paper old rational no an electricbad and old lady drink
coffee.
Lay went
there and has a notebook paper kind and pen with him
Lay:
--See now!
This! You two!
Them big
way apathetically lay eyes on this stageing Lay. And he start wiggling thru the
symbols, like he do when alone, and Immediately he sees the effect he thinking: _Wonder how they react._
They be
eating cake and reading and depress face.
_That it is
I am a insane, no the expression of wonder they face._
But then, fat
man says: --Cool trick.
Then he return to a paper, also old chick
reacts and then looks out of the window.
Lay:
--Huh _So
they see it, it’s just not face them, I though they would choke in a coffee and
go insane, I quest TV have raise the bar._
[Old woman she
sure, that her young relative has similar toy.]
Lay left
the office and sunken in the rain and wind, have a coat shielding him ageist the
elements, he say himself _So my stripes be actual magic_
I write the
real magic! I have actually found a magic! real magic! Why not? There is like 8 miljard peoples, so
some of them is bound to find a magic eventually, if there is any, why not me. Just
like a lottery, and I get 7 right. Right?