Under Pressure Writing #2

Sometimes it is hard to make a decision in general. Some people have a difficult time just simply trying to choose something. Like my sister for example. My sister, I find, is the worst at making decisions. Mainly because she can’t. She’ll stall for long enough until someone else has made the decision for her or until she finally blurts out an answer and lives with her choice.

Maybe the quote means that people run through an already set list of things that bother them and they are asked a question during an inappropriate time. If stuttering is something that bothers someone, it would be an inappropriate time to be asked what you think of the stuttering person’s speech.

Though, the meaning of anything taken out of context can changed. What a sentence taken from a book can mean one thing, but when that sentence is taken out of the book and placed on its own the meaning changes as well.


Under Pressure Writing #1

Does a book have the power to carry the entirety of civilization? Some say that books are magical creations of mankind that can bring two completely different worlds together. Books can do many marvelously things in this world. They invoke emotions, show the shoes of another, and the most important of them all, books make us think.

It can be said that books are the windows on the world, but which world do they allow us to view? Is it our own world that we may watch or is it a completely different dimension in a different time stamp? If you read only one book does that mean you only have one window. How big is this window?

Perhaps these windows show ourselves, for we are our own world. We are our own existence. Books allow us to see ourselves in a much different light. A light that is not cast by own minds or thoughts.

Imagine an advent calendar. Now imagine this advent calendar as a flat sheet with only the numbered shapes. The big picture on this advent calendar is an image beyond any humanly possible description. An image that would invoke the curiosity of any being. Place a mirror in front of the advent calendar. Flip the advent calendar around. Now what do you see? You see the back of the flat advent calendar. No chocolates, just plain, flat, boring cardboard. Now add books.

“Well now I’m looking at a plain cardboard sheet with a bunch of books around me. What do I do now?” you may say.

The answer has already been given to you. Books. The books show you the answer. Books with the endless knowledge held within them are abel to show you which spots are the spaces to open to be able to view the image on the other side.

First 100 Words

“It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of  history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked  the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black.”

Burning was a pleasure.  My first thoughts about this book were that it was about someone with a fascination to pyromania. A story about fire perhaps? I imagine a time and place where our current view of life has been turned upside down. Books that were once cherished and collected now hunted and burned from existence. The pleasure that comes from being a fireman. A new meaning. Instead saving homes from fires, you burn them to the ground with everything inside beit books or the people foolish enough to stay inside. The power behind the kerosene hose, the warmth of the blaze, the reflection of the fire in your eyes.