Posted by psych at July 19th, 2007

Thats my inexcusably lame perception on how a Chinese peasant in the deepest, most isolated part of China, would pronounce the word ‘Fiction’. Or could it be how the Chinese MPH girl pronounced it when I asked her where the Fiction section was? Hmm.. ponder.

“Who are you?” Desperation hung heavy in those three simple words. He wasn’t thick enough to believe that his descent would last much longer. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the courage to angle his head so he could have an idea of exactly how much longer he had.

The voice returned. “Finally. You kept me waiting for quite a while. But that’s the wrong question.” The finality of these words sent his mind into disarray. What was that supposed to even mean? How can a question be wrong when the answer is unknown to me?

“Any question is legitimate, if it can be answered!” He almost spat the words out. In spite of this, the voice seemed unperturbed by his newly found confidence. It merely laughed and repeated it’s stance.

“It is the wrong question.” The voice didn’t stress anything. It merely repeated the sentence. Without emotion or a even a hint of annoyance.

“Dammit. I need to look down. Get my bearings and brace myself if possible.” His voice, not defeated but resigned to his fate, cut through his thoughts. Even now he could hear the sounds of the ongoing humans below him. That close? I expected it to take longer. Here we go. He forced the muscles in his neck and shoulders to obey his will.

Turning slowly, he could make out the same horizon he was working up to earlier. Only there wasn’t one. They sky went on, and on. Nothingness beneath him. Sky filled every inch of his viewing range. Surprise and relief swept his battered mind. If only his parents could see him now, sailing through the unending blue sky. Indeed, an unnatural thought but one that occurred nonetheless.

“Amazing view, isn’t it? Made it myself. Was a little worried about the parameters but in my opinion, it does the sun a lot of justice.”

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