We'll start with this.
Staring out the window, looking down on the insignificant insects of my species, I cannot help but observe the disgusting way they, unfortunately 'we', move about and cater to the needs of our existence. Walking is a less then graceful way to get around, breathing is loud, eating is horrendous, and don't get me stated on how they disposes of their wastes. As I sit, and observe I take note of one particular insect, a relatively stout man with a large belly, dressed in a blue work shirt and black slacks. Nothing very noticeable at all. He's balding, carrying some sort of paper in his hand, and has a peculiar gait. Coming from the opposite direction is a woman of similar stature, wearing a purple zip up jacket over a green shirt, jeans that are too small and slippers adorn her feet. She has dyed her hair a fake red color and she is the owner of a pair of coke bottle glasses.
Simple enough, what next? our protagonist, who also happens to be the narrator I think, seems to look down on humanity very harshly, pressing the reader to feel a similar way in order to get his or her point across. For the sake of simplicity, we'll refer to the protagonist as a "him". He points out two people that he finds particularly disgusting and describes them with some disdain. His point behind this is to give the reader a sense of place. Where could these two people be if the woman is wearing a jacket, but the man is not? She is dressed casually and he is dressed semi-formally with no jacket to be seen.The narrator does not give any description of setting, so lets throw some in.
The fat, balding man appears to be making his way from his car, headed to a drab looking building with paperwork in his hands. It is early spring, and the trees dotting the street are half bare. The extreme overcast makes it a touch chilly as the wind sighs lazily through what leaves have appeared. The cars that drive by on the main road quick, and there are no open windows to be seen. A pair of crows hops about on the green space betwixt the sidewalk and the road, searching for unlucky animals or leftover human fodder. As they strut up and down the sidewalk, I am reminded of humanity and their incessant arrogance. Revolting.
There we go, some setting. Now we can piece together that Man and Woman are outside. the narrator is inside, we conclude from his earlier observation that he is looking at Man and Woman through a window.He continues to describe a parking lot, and a sidewalk, a main road and a few notable features. Such as the crows, the trees, cars, and the weather.Even his description of these things makes the world seem dull and boring. With a taste of foulness to top it off. why does the narrator hate humanity so? He is human, so we can assume because he tells us so. Perhaps he is visiting a different country and sees this nastiness for the first time in a race he isn't familiar with? That's far fetched. Let's add some dialogue.
I cannot hear the man, nor the woman as they pause to speak with each other, though I didn't suppose that they knew one another. Perhaps one insects is asking the other for directions? I presumed the conversation was something like this;
"Excuse me, sir?" the woman says, waving her hand in his direction as they approach one another.
"Oh, can I help you?" He calls, fumbling with his paperwork as the breeze contemplates whipping them from his grubby hands.
"Do you know where the library is from here? I can't find it and I've been wandering around here for an hour." She says almost hysterically, raising and dropping her arms in exasperation. The bald man stares at her for a tic longer than is polite before gesturing to their right, just a jog across the street.
"See that building there?" he pauses as she turns to look, "That's the library. It closes at six. Would you like me to take you over?" He offers politely and the woman whips her head back to stare at him, anger flooding her body. Even from my view point I can see that her posture has changed from demure and helpless to ridiculously, and stupidly independent.
"I can get there on my own! Do you think I'm stupid! I've just never been here before, okay?!" She shouts, more waving angrily with her short, flabby arms. It almost looks as though she is going to strike the bald man for his offer, but he steps away and shakes his head, holding tighter to his paper work.
There, we've added a new dynamic to the story, speech. Woman is apparently dumb and Man is exasperated at her anger. The narrator seems to be on Man's side, but also describes the scene with an offhanded sort of carelessness. Notice, that the narrator clearly made up this dialogue, paring it up with the pictures he saw through the window.He makes Woman out to be extreme, with her sudden changes in mood and her dramatic gestures. Man is on the opposite side of the spectrum however because he his calm and helpful, full of disdain just like the narrator. Let's finish this up like this:
The fat, obnoxious woman dashes across the street toward the library, narrowly avoiding getting crushed by an oncoming car. The man watches her go, and once she is safe enough on the other side, he proceeds into the bland building he was headed toward before this unique encounter. The woman, I lose sight of, but I presume she made it alright. Not that I particularly care whether or not she makes it to the library. It was simply an observation. Humanity is sick, and should be cleansed, but that is not my place. I am only to wait for them to come unto me. As I once was as they are, though shall never be again. Interesting how I still crave to sit and watch their daily lives go on and on. Do they know how I wait for them in the wings? Can they feel me? Curious...
There you have it. What is our narrator? If he is not human, but he once was? I don't know. That would be something to further investigate about, I suppose. If there was a sequel or something. But there isn't. His particular dislike seems to enthrall him enough that he must often find himself watching humans from far away. The "wings" if you will.
I'm so hungry now that I can't even think anymore. So I'm going to do something else. Congratulations on getting through this probably very boring post.
Good afternoon, Gents.
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
