Saturday, 11 January 2509
After meeting the mysterious boy, those surreal voices were becoming loud and clear. I heard complaints, moans, groans, and those grievances. All the voice were disturbing and neurotic. Though my friends were still around and checking my condition, I was isolating myself. It was so painful that my friends couldn’t even bear to watch. Al was always there helping me out with the daily activities.
One day I decided to ask the boy (#4 Saturday Fool), what had happened. He just stood there looking at the sky in silence. Without no hesitation, I ran away with Al and the boy from the city towards the hill. It was late night. The lights from the skyscrapers were still beaming dazzlingly. After hours running away from the bustling night, I managed getting out of the city. It was quiet here. Serene. Voices were disappeared.
The City, 11 January 2509
The boy stood beside me and pointed to the other side of the world I had never seen in my life.
It was an unforgettable night.
The night that I saw my hometown for the very last time.
Note:
Probably this is the last Stygian drawing. Actually the writings can be more detailed, comprehensive, complete,... Like my previous essays during college years, there’s a lot of missing links here and there. A lot of re-writings are really helpful! It does matter! Oh! There’s a lot of messy drawings here. I’ll share with you soon in the future.
Random thing: I have one resolution that I want to do this year! Happy 2014!
