Post by rune on Mar 8, 2013 22:09:38 GMT -5
tap-tap-tap-tap-tap...
Everything always has two sides to them, if not more. Two things that are the complete opposite of each other. Extremes on different sides of the distribution. There's light and dark; heaven and earth; good and bad; white and black; rich and poor; one and zero... good silence, bad silence.
For instance...
The silence of a library can give one peace and calm away from the hustle and bustle of the lower grounds where the rest of humanity go amok in liberty for it is their own-forsakened right to do so. It is a hall of knowledge meant to foster the minds of those students to whom books are sustenance and grades are breathing air. The silence of the library is a good silence.
On the other hand, the silence of the detention halls inspire idleness and unproductivity away from the lively and energetic recreations of the youth said by one martyr hero of some foreign country to be the hope of the future. It is a dead end, a haven of death by boredom meant to punish those who, according to the institutions of modern society, have disrupted the so-called order of the community. The silence of the detention halls is a bad silence.
But both, despite their differences may initiate one into introspection of that invisible clockwork called life by means of...
...of
... ...of
... ... ...
"Arr~rgh!!"
As he cried out in frustration and dismay, the lone occupant of the empty classroom meant to serve as his prison raised his head up high just to have it purposely crashing down on the desk in front of him. Normally, Ian doesn't do such masochistic actions. But he also doesn't do deep meditations into the meaning of life and such. So its either he's planning an overhaul of his personality or he's slowly being driven to madness.
As he continued to have his forehead pressed against the hard surface in front of him, the door to the room creaked open and the sound of footsteps can be heard entering through, but the boy seated on his own make-believe cage just continued to stay in his current pose pretending to be dead.
But when the footsteps seemed to have stopped right next to the entrance, Ian could no longer take the echoes issuing from the open door which made freedom feel so close yet so unreachable to him. And without raising his head, "Are you a fellow inmate or just a spectator? Coz I don't think the latter's allowed in here..."
Everything always has two sides to them, if not more. Two things that are the complete opposite of each other. Extremes on different sides of the distribution. There's light and dark; heaven and earth; good and bad; white and black; rich and poor; one and zero... good silence, bad silence.
For instance...
The silence of a library can give one peace and calm away from the hustle and bustle of the lower grounds where the rest of humanity go amok in liberty for it is their own-forsakened right to do so. It is a hall of knowledge meant to foster the minds of those students to whom books are sustenance and grades are breathing air. The silence of the library is a good silence.
On the other hand, the silence of the detention halls inspire idleness and unproductivity away from the lively and energetic recreations of the youth said by one martyr hero of some foreign country to be the hope of the future. It is a dead end, a haven of death by boredom meant to punish those who, according to the institutions of modern society, have disrupted the so-called order of the community. The silence of the detention halls is a bad silence.
But both, despite their differences may initiate one into introspection of that invisible clockwork called life by means of...
...of
... ...of
... ... ...
"Arr~rgh!!"
As he cried out in frustration and dismay, the lone occupant of the empty classroom meant to serve as his prison raised his head up high just to have it purposely crashing down on the desk in front of him. Normally, Ian doesn't do such masochistic actions. But he also doesn't do deep meditations into the meaning of life and such. So its either he's planning an overhaul of his personality or he's slowly being driven to madness.
As he continued to have his forehead pressed against the hard surface in front of him, the door to the room creaked open and the sound of footsteps can be heard entering through, but the boy seated on his own make-believe cage just continued to stay in his current pose pretending to be dead.
But when the footsteps seemed to have stopped right next to the entrance, Ian could no longer take the echoes issuing from the open door which made freedom feel so close yet so unreachable to him. And without raising his head, "Are you a fellow inmate or just a spectator? Coz I don't think the latter's allowed in here..."