BOOKS – WRITING – HUMOR – ABSURD
Day 29 Home, Sweet Home /absurdist comedy/ The “Sierras Find & Kill Guyamas” team forced me inside the bulletproof van to deliver my body safely to the end destination. My tired bones swayed from side to side as if penetrated by the speed and annoyance of the rumbling wheels of our car. It seemed the men in black masks enjoyed their trip; they were superbly indifferent to my aches and...
Day 26 The Board of Eyes /absurdist comedy/ I never knew the darkness could vibrate – through the waves of macabre curse dancing on its own – wrestling with the mindset of ordinary individuals like me while re-modeling my truly pessimistic reality. No doubt, a combination of increasing wealth, foreign stimulation, and political instability throughout the Warrior Farm allowed that darkness to flourish. I felt how the air sang and...
Day 23 The Face of Tyranny /absurdist comedy/ The Warrior Farm was the first place in the Gunung Kinabalu Kingdom that had all the usual features any town in the world has: a pond with a big park, a market, a bank, a big circus with sexy acrobats, a police force, a strong army, an excellent high-tech hospital, landline phones and post office. It looked civilized and truly reminded me...
Day 20 The Gossips “That’s another thing I don’t understand,” my mother interrupted the livestream of my incoherent words, “Why you – of all people in Rsa – should save those poor sick souls in that desolate wild land? You aren’t a doctor!” For a second, I stopped my confused revelation and asked myself, “Really, how did it happen? Why am I here? What was the reason in the first...
Day 16 A haircut selection /absurdist comedy/ I woke up with the feeling that everything that had happened in the Death Tower had been only a dream. The images of the visitors swept back and forth in my mind – their seductive voices, their sugary smell, their delightful touch – and slightly opened the window into strange reality, or the truth behind the insane asylum called Screw Quarter, filled with...
Day 15 Miss Sedative & Co /absurdist comedy/ The four of us were sitting outside on the pool terrace, with a mojito in hand, desperately trying to find a common topic for conversation. “Arcadio, where did you learn to create such a high wave of sexual latitudes? It was quite incredible,” Martha asked, testing my reaction or perhaps out of idle curiosity. “Just following the wind, sweetheart,” he grinned. ...
Day 14 One percent /absurdist comedy/ I sat at the maple table and listened to the conversations at the bar. Despite the increasing attention and distrust of the saloon’s regulars, I found out that roughly 1 percent of Gunung Kinabalu owned 92 percent of the Kingdom’s wealth. The gap between the high-tech quarter and the rest of the land widened last year. Constant taxes, erosion of farmers’ rights, cost-cutting, and...
Day 11 No Answers /absurdist comedy/ (I’m jumping over day 10, called ‘The Dream,’ because of the adult content in that chapter. It will be added to the book.) Two hours of sleeping passed swiftly – I woke up full of boundless radiant energy. I felt like one of Tolkien’s heroes, stuck in a fantasy land thousands of miles from home with a war approaching. I stretched out, then stepped...