Μικρή υπήρχαν μέρες που δεν μπορούσα να κοιμηθώ. Κρυβομουν κάτω από το πράσινο πάπλωμα μου και έκλεινα πολύ δυνατά τα μάτια μου-σε σημείο να αρχίζουν να πονάνε. Ήταν ο τρόπος μου να βλέπω όνειρα ξύπνια. Μέχρι να συνηθίσουν το σκοτάδι έβλεπα μόνο καλειδοσκοπια, σε πολλά χρώματα και σχέδια, και όταν κουνουσα, ακόμα κλειστα, τα σχέδια ακολουθούσαν. Καθε φορά που έβλεπα κάποιο συνδυασμό χρωμάτων που δεν είχα ξαναδει και ήθελα να μείνω σε αυτό το στάδιο ώρα, προσποιουμουν ότι έπαιζα φλίπερ με τους κύκλους και τα τριγωνα , όπως ένιωθες ότι εκανες με το logo του dvd player καθώς περίμενες να αγγίξει την γωνία-που δεν άγγιζε ποτε.
Μετά το πρώτο στάδιο σειρά έπαιρναν τα χαρακτηριστικά. Μέσα στο σκοτάδι πετάγονταν χείλη, μύτες και μάτια, ρεαλιστικά και μη. Όσο προχωρούσαν γινονταν καρτουνιστικα, σαν ζωγραφιά παιδιού, και με κάθε λεπτό που σημειωνοταν στο ρολόι αυτά έπαιρναν την τελική τους μορφή ως τρομακτικές μουτζούρες χωρις οργάνωση. Ήταν ο τρόπος του σύμπαντος στα μάτια ενός παιδιού, να φέρει μια δυσκολία που έπρεπε να ξεπεραστεί για να φτάσει σε κάτι καλύτερο, που άξιζε τον φόβο που περνούσε.
Μόλις τα τρομακτικά πρόσωπα τελείωσαν σειρά είχαν τα σύννεφα με τις εικόνες. Άνοιγαν μικρά παράθυρα μέσα στο σκοτάδι και από ψηλά έβλεπα λιμάνια, τραπέζια με εργαλεία, φανάρια, κοπέλες που συζητούσαν. Σε όλα τα σκηνικά ηταν βράδυ και όσο τα κυνηγούσαν με τις κόρες των ματιών μου τόσο έφευγαν και χάνονταν, η έδιναν τη θέση τους σε άλλες.
Το τελικό στάδιο μου άρεσε και με άγχωνε πιο πολύ από ολα. Το οπτικό μου πεδίο μειωνόταν σε μέγεθος arcade παιχνιδιού που παίζεις γυρνώντας το κινητό πλάγια, και εμφανιζονουν σαν χαρακτήρας που προσπαθούσε να ξεφύγει πηδωντας από ταράτσα σε ταράτσα. Από πολυκατοικίες ,ψηλά φώτα και τηλεφωνικές κεραίες προσπαθούσα μανιωδώς να ξεφύγω. Δεν ξέρω από τι ακριβώς, και το τερας δεν με προφτασε ποτε για να μάθω κιολας. Φήμες λένε ότι έμοιαζε με γιγάντιο ρομπότ χταπόδι, μπορεί όμως να ήταν και ένα γιγάντιο ερκοντισιον η ένα πλάσμα κοντά στα μέτρα των πινάκων του Καντίνσκι, να με κυνηγάει για να γίνω παραγωγική.
Μετά από όλα αυτά συνήθως κατάφερνα να κοιμηθώ, η ξυπνούσα στο άνοιγμα της πόρτας της μαμάς μου που ήθελε να πάρει κάτι από το δωμάτιο και ανοιγε το φως για να δει.
Το έκανα και σήμερα μετά από πολλά χρόνια. Τώρα πια μένω μόνη και δεν υπάρχει κανείς να με ξυπνήσει. Τα τέσσερα στάδια είναι ένα ευχάριστο διάλειμμα από όσα συμβαίνουν.
This is it… this is the height of what memes and memetic culture can do and the purpose they can serve, and why it’s so important to have this freedom of expression and exchange. Protest, reference, the instant connection of ideas, heavy weighted messages conveyed by the simplest of means. This image speaks volumes about the state of internet politics right now, and it does so by omitting the most important and recognizable part of itself.
Okay I just reblogged this once for the meme, but I need to reblog this again because of how amazing the symbolism here is. At first this seems like a simple tumblr meme joking on a piece of artwork that tumblr has memed and tumblr’s policies regarding nudity, but there’s so much more to it
Not only is this an absolutely beautiful edit job that should be respected of itself, the message, the erasure of the figure literally representing Truth from the painting, in order to render it “safe” for the modern internet, is so simply profound when you realize it
The day had been a rather cold one, enough so that one could begin to see their own warm breaths as they hit the air. This, of course, should be expected for the middle of autumn. In no time at all, the temperatures would drop down into the single digits and a blanket of white will decorate England just in time for the holidays.
While you weren't a huge fan of cold weather, you did enjoy some of the simple pleasures the season brought. Sitting outside the local café enjoying a nice warm beverage was one. There was just something pleasantly calm about holding a warm mug in your hands while looking adorable in your favorite scarf and matching sweater, especially after all the walking you've done for the day.
That morning, your mother and sister had dragged you out to run a few errands which doesn't sound too terrible until considering the fact that a 'few errands' to your family was more like visiting every shop in the city by noon. Your poor soul was forced to follow them around, bored out of your mind until your gracious mother allowed you to head to the café early while they finished up the last of their shopping adventure.
Soaking up your 'break', you gave a content sigh before gently blowing on your beverage. After taking a small sip, you opened your eyes to a...rather strange surprise.
A small rodent-like creature sat on its hind legs on the table, seeming to perk up once seeing it had your attention. All you could do was stare at the animal in a mix of confusion and amazement, never seeing something quite like it before. You weren't sure what it was nor where it came from, but it was certainly adorable with it's fluffy black fur and small size, being tiny enough for you to fit it in the palm of your hand if you dared to try, but of course, that wouldn't be wise seeing that you had yet to identify the little fellow.
You instead glanced around, wondering if anyone else was seeing it, too, however, it turned out you were the only one brave enough to be sitting in the outside sitting area during the given time of year.
As if it would give you some sort of answer as to what it was or what it was doing, you spoke softly to the creature who titled its head in curiosity at your words," why hello there, little one. Where did you come from?"
The mystery creature retained eye contact with you as it inched forward slowly, leaning out ever so slightly once reaching the end of the table. You held your hands out just below it, fearing that it may loose its balance and fall. For a moment, you even thought that, perhaps, the cute little critter was reaching for you. How silly of you.
The creature suddenly took hold of your shiny bracelet, having to give a good couple of tugs to pull it free of your wrist. Making quick work of its thievery, it had already stuffed its new treasure into its pouch and leap off the table before you even had time to realize you were being robbed.
"Hey! Come back here!" Instantly forgetting about your beverage, you jumped out of your seat, giving chase.
The tiny thief was fast, having no trouble scurrying down the crowed street, but you were determined not to loose your bracelet. You were so determined, in fact, that you payed more attention to the ball of black fur than your surroundings. Perhaps this is why you only saw the creature dived past a pair of legs and into a tipped over crate apart of a store display. What you failed to notice was the man the legs belonged to who, unlike everyone else on the street, actually noticed the creature's escape, bending down to peer inside the crate it disappeared in. By the time you had noticed him, it was far too late.
You both gasped when you ran into the poor gentleman, knocking him to the ground. Just like that, you forgot all about your bracelet and the thief who had the audacity to peek outside of the crate to see what the commotion was about before going back to carefully inspecting its treasure once more.
"I'm so sorry, sir! I-I...oh dear, are you hurt? I really am sorry, I should've been watching where I was going, but there was this little creature and it-" With your whole face turning red with embarrassment, you offered the man a hand, however, he hurried to stand on his own without your help, plucking his suitcase off the ground while he was at it.
"-Y-You're quite alright, really," his cheeks were also painted with red, his voice shaky due to his own embarrassment. He looked everywhere but at you, his eyes eventually falling to the crate the creature had disappearing in.
Just as quickly as he had stood up before, he dropped to his knees, peering inside the crate first then reaching inside to drag the animal out. It put up a fight, clawing at the wood and grabbing at the edges in attempts to remaining in place, however, it was no match for the strength of a human. With the little rascal finally in hand, the man stood once again.
He glanced at you before quickly diverting his gaze elsewhere once accidentally meeting your eyes. Without a word, he balanced his case against his hip and took your hand, carefully leading you around the corner to the ally where you both could be hidden from public.
Recognizing the danger in allowing a complete strange to take you somewhere private, you were quick to rip your hand away from his loose grip, taking a couple of steps back to create some distance between you two, although, the man didn't seem to notice. He merely turned to you and spoke tiredly as if he went through the same situation everyday," I'm terribly sorry for all this trouble. What did it take from you?"
You blinked, needing a moment to remember the whole reason you ran into him," oh, um, y-yes. It took a bracelet of mine. That's why I was chasing it and ran into you..."
The creature peered up at him, innocently lowering its head once meeting his glare which was more annoyed than angry," now I told you it isn't polite to take people's belongings. Give it back."
The creature shook its head stubbornly. The man sighed before, much to your shock, suddenly flipping the small creature upside down, giving it a good shake that would make anyone dizzy.
"Sir, don't-!" You reached a hand out to stop him, fearing that he may hurt the poor thing, however, you fell quiet in a snap and stepped back when seeing why he was doing so. Out from the creature's pouch fell several different pieces of gold, jewelry, and other random, shiny treasures in which formed a pile on the ground.
"Are one of those yours?" He questioned a bit too casually when no more gold fell from the animal. Clearly he wasn't as fazed by its collection as yourself.
Hesitantly, you kneeled down, plucking your bracelet from the pile then quickly standing as if it might electrocute you. Once your belonging had been returned, the man set his suitcase down, opening it up and placing the creature inside despite the small squeaks it made in protest. He mumbled the word 'bugger' before snapping the case shut.
"...What was that thing?" You finally dared to ask, trying to see over his shoulder while maintaining your distance.
"A niffler."
"A niffler?...I've never heard of a niffler before. They must not be native here-" you whispered the last part with uncertainty yet the man was still quick to hear and correct you.
"-No, they are. They just aren't typically seen by muggles, that's all."
"What are muggles then?"
"Well," he stood, scratching the back of his head," you are."
"I am?"
"Yes, you are what we consider a muggle; non-magical."
"Non-magical?" You breathed in a hint of a chuckle. Ah, he was pulling your leg, wasn't he?
The man merely nodded awkwardly, quietly reaching inside his coat pocket not that you noticed the secretive movement. You were too busy noticing his discomfort which made you decide to ask another question in attempts to being a little more formal," well, um, what's your name if I may ask, sir?"
"Newt Scamander, and you are?"
"(Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n)," you held a hand out politely. He stared at it in near wonder, giving a moment of hesitation before finally removing his own hand from his coat pocket to shake yours," it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Scamander."
His cheeks flashed and he once again directed his eyes downwards awkwardly," a-as it is you, Ms. (L/n)."
"You aren't going to keep that niffler in your case, are you? It won't be able to breath properly," you suddenly asked, glancing at the case in worry.
"There are, um...holes in the case so that she can breath properly," Newt lied, a bit taken back by your concern.
"Oh, well I suppose that's good enough then," You knew you should really leave the poor man alone, however, at the same time, you couldn't help but want to stay and ask more questions which was very unusually compared to your normal personality. There was simply something about Mr. Scamander that had completely captured your interest. You weren't quite sure if it was his strange pet or just...him.
"Where does one even get a niffler?"
Luckily for you, Newt couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the question, surprised that a muggle found such interest in his creatures especially considering the fact that even his own kind didn't," I found her orphaned only a couple of weeks ago actually. I've been nursing her back to health and, well, as you were likely able to tell, she's been doing quite good now, just a rather troublesome handful at times."
"While I don't necessarily enjoying having my belongings stolen, I must say she was very adorable. Why, I was so captivated by her that it took me a second to realize her intentions even as she made her escape," You smiled brightly," I might have to go to the library and try to find a book on nifflers now so that I can learn more about them."
Newt suddenly frowned, fiddling with his case's handle," well, a-actually, Ms. (L/n), you won't-"
As he began his sentence, you stole a quick glance at your watch, your eyes becoming wide with worry at the sight,"-oh no, I hadn't realized the time-! I was suppose to meet my mum and sister at two back at the café. It's a quarter past now. I-I am so sorry, but I must be going. It really was a pleasure to meet you and your niffler, Mr. Scamander."
He stumbled over his words, rushing to reach back into his coat pocket with one hand while trying to reach the other out to gain your attention, however, you failed to notice. Being in so much of a rush yourself, you were quick to disappear among the crowd of muggles on the street before he could get a real word out to stop you.
Newt bit his lip, looking down at the wand in his hands as he stood alone in that ally.
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