#Hi_from_reality
Art&concept by Ol Albireo
Feel free to write your stories and give names to the artworks. Also, you're not limited to just writing stories; you can draw your own art, compose music, make toys, saw with a jigsaw, scratch with a nail, and translate into other languages for practice (and never simplify the text when translating!). And show us what you've created :)
Our town could serve as a backdrop for some horror movie, in the style of finished Kafka Castle. It only from the outside, on a warm sofa, seems that it’s so exciting to get to a mystical place, but when a visitor gets to us, what he sees seems so strange that he blinks and tries not to notice anything at all. The locals know how to swear without spending nerves. Would you want to know how to do this? They can scream, cry, but then quite calmly speak with someone else on another subject, well, even with those they swear with can talk to another topic in a friendly manner and laugh. Right there, at the moment of the scandal. Sometimes village scandals can drag an entire street or several ones. And then walk away as if nothing happened; but if it involves only the locals. But if the scandal engages a stranger, a relative, or a guest, then there is a magical action. Imagine two women arguing, a crowd gathered around them, divided into two camps, all are quarrelling.
And now, from one side, suddenly, a stranger intervenes in the scandal. Do you think they’re all throwing themselves at him? It’s often typical for the group scandal to choose the control, most fair point as a lightning rod. But why would I tell you that? Everybody knows that. Oh, no, they all listen greedily to the stranger without answering, and only when they get silent, someone, sometimes even from the same camp, is throwing wood on the fire so that the stranger continues to carry the righteously-angry monologue. And all listen to, absorbing live emotions, and even the one who the stranger chastises says some dissenting remarks so that they continued. Suppose you are attentive enough – very calm ones. And all have wary calm eyes. The task is to bring the stranger to hysterics, a blow, tears, and the edge. Sometimes, the stranger in tears runs away, the most desperate ones call him back, but if they don’t stop, this alien to the human race crowd doesn’t run after him; probably, it will be a terrible view. Children who have not yet learned to control themselves in our village do so, and even, like limbs of the devil, try to tap with sticks and call out with the cries of the stranger hiding somewhere in the house. But adults don’t, adults, smiling, look at each other and go about their businesses happily. When into the scandal couldn’t be summoned–there is no way to call it otherwise!–the stranger, the adults, disperse, as if nothing has happened, a little annoyed. As if they don’t have live emotions and can only imitate them, they have nothing to feed each other with. I don’t know what kind of race this is, but I’ve never met such people, only in our village. I can’t do that, so I can’t tell you this secret, although I’ve learned how to handle the conflict without drowning in it. A valuable skill, try it.
Eye of power, AlbireoMKG
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