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A crazy man’s rant
    2016-09-21  08:53    Shenzhen Daily

    I should have learned to be more cautious of pyramids like this. The golden advancements of sand triangular reversed, a mere blurb to the camel industry we so admired. Because the red sand flying is but another autopilot, and in my dictionary there is no such word as “fall.”

    When rumbling sounds conveyed to us from a distance, we guessed it was an incidence of an explosion somewhere deeper in the desert. (Explosions have become a daily practice now, a sort of national indulgence, one of those burdensome but indispensable rituals we carry under our armpits.)

    I mean, if you think about it the pyramids really aren’t the ones to blame. They too have been brainwashed. The rest of us lead lives of abstinence, shuttled to hives that store instead of host, that imprison in the name of protection.

    That’s when everything started to blur, even the chameleon that has been in my life longer than I have myself. He happened to be a weirdo and had to undergo redemption before I would let him through the front of my house (I lived in houses then).

    He was something absorbable, an entity addict who expressed contempt for heresy — although he himself was heretic, and often walked nude in his pyramid pilgrimages.

    The chameleon they took from me. Exiled him, they said, but I wasn’t sure about his staying exiled.

    They said they had to exile him annually, due to his timely arrival often disguised (for he was a chameleon, a born disguiser) amidst red and blue cargo.)

    They said also he didn’t have a heart. I knew it lingered between sadness and sadistic.

    In better days we would run up and down the pyramid, cruising through the cortex of not just them but an entire native Egypt. Nowadays Egypt doesn’t exist and instead we go shopping in a boutique of resolutions.

    Minute was the expression for timelessness and we lost track, trapped in the stagnancy of eternity. Eternity extended in a single file of linear relationship and ended up looping.

    Timelessness passed and the colors had never been so diametric.

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