Nothing Is Okay Part 13
We were born here and we cannot leave. We were made to keep quiet. With our lips sewn shut in our sleep and our limbs strung up like puppets, all we could and can do is watch. Wait. Be silent. But our minds are free, we hope. Maybe we can break this silence.
A brief announcement: Bouncing Waterslides is now open for business! Scream and cry with joy in this terrifying theme park!
The Mech Battle Arena has been filled with sand. No one knows why, but it's like that now. Fighter, good luck. Onlookers, run, because your life depends on it.
The trees are bleeding. The trees are crying. The trees are screaming. (In my opinion the trees need help).
Fun fact: there are about 1,280,911,696.5250806808 light years of human DNA on Earth. So amazing!
Who is someone if no one is no one? What is something if nothing exists? I tried to ask Allen and Ace this and they, once again, said I wouldn't understand. Ele claims she wants to explain the universe to me, but she said "There are no words in a language you will recognize. The closest I can get in your primary language are 'nothing' and 'everything'." I almost cried.
I asked Allen if he knew what we were. Again, he said I wouldn't understand. But he told me how I can understand. Let's see. "Look, listen, taste, touch, smell something, anything at all. Everything, even. Do this and understand it." I did not understand this.
And now, some words from Mayor Kelly: "What is gender? What are we? What is us? Who defines these things? Do we define them, if, that is, we exist at all? Or does some unknown power define these things? We may never know." Thank you, Mayor Kelly. I didn't know I needed more shit to contemplate.
A few more announcements: Jo's Choice Candies and Sodas has disappeared! Downtown is crying again. The Food Court Theater is closed for next week. The Hudson House is now open.
Is the Stranger even real? I mean, we hardly get dream-walkers to visit, let alone physically, supposedly existing people, so why should we believe in them. Are they a them at all? An it? A he? A she? Is it, if an it at all, a thought? Are they, if a they at all, only a construct of our collective imaginations that is only to be realized a week or several weeks from now? Maybe it's actually our missing inter-dimensional portal sign! But we can't male these assumptions right now, can we.
A note to parents: please, if you lost your children on Halloween, come get them from our little station. They are getting to be rather troublesome. Allen already ate three of the more... Annoying ones. Anyways, please come collect the children, even if they aren't yours. You can exchange them at a later time and place.
Remember to stay out of the trailer park unless you live there. You will get lost. Along with this, stay away from the edge of town, you all know these places to be dangerous. Stay. Away.
Another fun fact: did you know that time and space and the universe in general have reset three times already? What are we doing wrong? I guess we'll find out the next time it happens, right? Maybe not. Allen called me stupid for thinking that, but he days its not my fault for being so oblivious to obvious things that most humans don't understand.
Speaking of which, what is Allen? He looks weird and acts weird. He seems mostly human, but something's not right about his eyes. I'll have Daniel draw a quick picture of him for the next paper.
The day was short and the deadline has passed, so I bid you goodnight, wherever you are. Whenever you are. Whatever you are. Goodnight, I think.
-Yours Untrully,
Luce Pine