This is the first time I've thought of writing a page full of rant. My peculiar sensitivity of the English vocabulary proves to be quite conducive to the fulfillment of such a will. However, I do not plan to materialize it, since such an act is that of a coward, and if there's anything I have learned from my former girlfriend, it is the imperativeness of being haematocryal when the situation has fit.
I planned, before being invited for an unexpected chai session, to go out and take a walk alone. It is evident that nothing is out there. The campus filled with occasional people in the morning will be deserted by now - everyone is indoor, either reading from their computer screen whatever interests them under the light, warm and serene, or sleeping on their bed, rolling over from time to time because in dream their journey takes a different turn. Yet I felt like going out, taking a stroll that is not habitual but nonetheless somewhat mandated. Since on my computer screen hardly anything rejoices; and on my bed there's no bed sheet, nor is there quill cover, or pillow cover - it is an arid blue mattress with white beddings whose whiteness has only recently begun to dilute, resembling a Microsoft Excel worksheet in its crude form that even the most vulgar of the slide makers is conscious enough to alter. I got almost dressed up, except for zipping up my usual jacket bought from the Marktkauf. I carefully adjusted the sides of my coat so they appear symmetric, and even took a close look at my beard to determine that its length is just about appropriate.
And then I walked out, expediting the riddance with my room, turning left towards the elevator shaft, pressing the button gently with my point finger, waiting for the elevator with a consistent patience, and using the automatic switch to open the door and get out of the building. I went along a perfect diagonal, maximizing the distance I'm able to traverse under a constraint of movement energy of my own allowance. I even have the affection of planning my stroll as a romantic trip - I shall first go to the Reimar Lüst Hall, and then I shall visit the porters at the main gate before starting a trek to the right; at this point I shall savor my time of being close to nature, and turn right at the first intersection to the side gate, which I exited and entered fairly often when I needed to catch a train or return from the train station, and there it should be, finally, the upsurge of my hike - I shall stand in front of it, quiescing to contemplate, standing to lament, and packing to depart. The signal transmitter on my key might not be able to activate the sensor on the door as it's sometimes defunct. And I'll try again, pressing the button deeper and at an elevated frequency, until it finally works and opens the door for me.
And then I walked out, expediting the riddance with my room, and turning right towards the kitchen for chai. I was very impatient - my footsteps were stealthy and pieced into small, dense intervals, just like how thieves in a medieval fantasy movie would walk. And indeed it was a very surreal experience, as I have to truthfully confess that I bumped into creatures that I have not known previously - they appear human-like, ergometrically designed and emotionless. And in no way can one detect if his presence has been acknowledged. Yet, when one passes by, there would be molesting tentacles reaching out from their body, suggesting a certain belligerence, though unsolicited, has been triggered. The creatures appear in pair, and only one of them demonstrates aggressive behavior. Therefore it cannot be ascertained if such conduct is common amongst their sort. Their communication device is a particular variation of an oriental language, and they also possess culinary capabilities that may not have been well developed. Since it has been postulated that they have a predilection for the semi-cooked food, and it turns out what they are cooking is nearly toasted. Their existence also seems to have minor sedative effect, stifling table-side conversation whilst not entirely hindering it. And just like the way they show up, they would be gone without signs of social etiquette. They spooked me when I was there, leaving me prostrated and marveling at the power of the creator.
And a page full of rant it is.
