I am a stranger in an unknown city. I am sure that I have never visited there, but I am confused why the people know me. Every one who I meet addresses me politely. When I wonder apprehending the situation, in the corner of West Street, I see a little girl smiling to me. She is about nine; the bright white jasmine under the riverside tempts every one to pick it. It looks so beautiful and fresh like her perfect beauty. It seems that this beautiful jasmine has waited me for long time to be picked by me because her gazed eyes as if it says that she has waited for my arrival, Her curly long hair is nicely waved when the wind blow touching it like the waves on the sea. I approach her and try to get some information. After passing three houses which separate us when I see her for the first time, I cannot prevent my self approaching her closely and greeting her. I smile at her and try to make ice breaking by saying “hello.” She gives response to my greeting by saying “Hello” too but without I guess before, she calls me “Nina”. I am surprised why she knows my nickname that no one knows but my family and my little close friend, Grace.
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Strange…
“How can I put into words what I felt if one day, when I see a mirror, there's no reflection of mine. The emptiness's stroking my eyes, is it lying? I look upon myself there, no hands, no face, no skin, no colors, nothing but the blank.”
Air woke up… surprisingly.
She’s stupefied by the mirror in front of her, standing still without word, looking through deeply. She didn’t see herself there. She didn’t see a girl she used to see. If there had to be someday, a different day from the other common days, she didn’t expect to be like this. She didn’t count on this abnormality, happening so much like this. It was indeed so that she prayed all the night to have a different life another day she woke up. She prayed not to have a boring day all the rest of her life. She prayed not to have any resentful day when she didn’t have problem even in such a weary. She prayed to have a life, not a linear one. She prayed. She prayed. Yeah she prayed.
Everything seemed to be easy for Air, too smooth, clean, order, settled, like there’s no trouble at all. And she’s weary with that, at the point she realized that life wasn’t superb because there is no such problem. So, that’s the way she prayed in order to make her life changed. And today, when she woke up, life wasn’t going on the same anymore. In front of the mirror, she couldn’t find herself.
“How can I put into words what I felt if one day, when I see a mirror, there's no reflection of mine. The emptiness's stroking my eyes, is it lying? I look upon myself there, no hands, no face, no skin, no colors, nothing but the blank.”
Air woke up… surprisingly.
She’s stupefied by the mirror in front of her, standing still without word, looking through deeply. She didn’t see herself there. She didn’t see a girl she used to see. If there had to be someday, a different day from the other common days, she didn’t expect to be like this. She didn’t count on this abnormality, happening so much like this. It was indeed so that she prayed all the night to have a different life another day she woke up. She prayed not to have a boring day all the rest of her life. She prayed not to have any resentful day when she didn’t have problem even in such a weary. She prayed to have a life, not a linear one. She prayed. She prayed. Yeah she prayed.
Everything seemed to be easy for Air, too smooth, clean, order, settled, like there’s no trouble at all. And she’s weary with that, at the point she realized that life wasn’t superb because there is no such problem. So, that’s the way she prayed in order to make her life changed. And today, when she woke up, life wasn’t going on the same anymore. In front of the mirror, she couldn’t find herself.
Posted by Reza Anggriyashati Adara | Posted on Thursday, January 15, 2009 | Posted in Reza Anggriyashati , UAS
“We experience dream as real because it is real…”
William Dement
“Those were vivid nightmares. In there, I was usually being tied up with rusty police-like handcuffs to the bed that was covered with dirty bloodstained sheet. Strange, stroking smell of anesthetic drugs dominated the moldy air like you used to smell in abandoned basement. I remembered, there was always sound of constant dropping water…not…not smoothing ones as the spring, but it was such sound from leaking tap, which could drive you to silent insanity.”
Tes…
Tes…
Tes…
Suddenly, the dropping water sound came alive. I looked around Dr. Karan’s office to find its damned source. No wastafel. No leaking freaking tap. So where did those maddening sound come from?
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