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My memory has been floating ever since I became aware of my existence. The thoughts pass me by every time. Oftentimes, my thoughts does not fit my necessity. There was this one time when what the thought that I needed was the time I spent in the river when i was a child, but what came was my memory of the distant future. it broke my cousins heart because she thought I did not cherish that memory at all and put it in the recycle bin, or worse, deleted it permanently. But it wasn't really the case. The truth is, I cannot find that specific thought of mine because it is literally floating in mid-air, occupying nothing of a solid state like a bottle perhaps so that i can just select the thought to think about.
i write my memory in the air. The sheets of the wind has been the fabric of paper I scribe my thoughts on. In windy days, I cry, I sob and write my saddest thoughts. I thought then that when the wind is strong, the memories will easily be taken away from me restoring my inner peace and tranquility. It also seems logical to think that the heaviest of the thoughts (the saddest ones) should be taken off the mind and put out in the air when it is strongest. Only then can I make sure that the wind has the capacity to carry the heaviness of the thoughts. But then the continuous surge of the winds makes the heaviest of thoughts wander around me even more. The hills at the back of our house witnessed my sobbing, the earth shook at every tremble as the thoughts enter my mind, as I gain consciousness of its emotions, as I start to manifest the emotions physically, and as I mechanically try to cope with its weight. it has been a process I cannot perfect amidst its predictability. it little thought creates a surge of blood different in intensity and pressure inside of my system.
During summer days, the thoughts are lighter. they float in midair changing in colors and dimensions. They look pleasing and the warmth of them gives me chill, a summer kind of chill you feel when you recognize the coldness of the apparent warmth. during lazy afternoons, i stroll down the boulevard downtown searching for new thoughts, images to fill my changing mind. I'd go inside a bookstore, scan some books and when a book captures my attention, search my wallet for enough money and pay for the thoughts to fill up my mind. I know they will soon depart from me like all the other thoughts, but pretty soon, in the least unexpected moment they will come back. They will enter other people's mind, remain there for a while until finally, as if destiny dictates, they will temporarily be stored inside my head. Selection is possible, so long as access is ensured. Conflicts arise when two persons at a time want to get hold of a thought. It's a disaster when this happens. but because of the enormous thoughts that are floating in the air, conflicts is not so much experienced.
The capacity of the winds to carry thoughts has diminished geometrically. In the past, the winds used to carry all the thoughts that the people can unload. In the present however, people started to create memory containers in order to lessen the weight of the thoughts in the space and to be able to maintain the speed of access of the people to this memories. In the near future, it is predicted that visions and other memories of the future will not be able to gain access to the wind. The solution that people have thought of doing is to excavate the land and and bury the past thoughts and memories so as to prevent the present and future thoughts from being taken away. At least people can still work out their beings in the past. I mean in terms of the degree of importance, past thoughts seem to occupy the thinnest level of importance of mankind. However, there seems to have problems implementing it because experts in memory and thought science says that the burying act will disrupt the continuity of the flow of thoughts. others even argue that the burying of the past thoughts will make it impossible for visions (the future thought) and consciousness (the present thought) to exist without the past thought (memory). To solve the problem, experts are working on the creation of underground tunnels, an archive of some sort to store permanently these thoughts and access to these will still be granted to the present and future thinkers. This I think is more workable and probable. They argue that civilization requires that there be a screening or filtering process of thought generation and thought accessing, which means that categories need to be installed. It's not just anymore a thought, it is categorized according to the time frame it existed. In the process of identifying however, experts find it hard to say whether one existed in the past, future or present. There are of course easy thoughts to categorize, those that present clues in terms of fashion, clothing, color, dimension, texture and the like. Hopefully, the project of the government to develop a technology to identify thoughts will be successful. the initial problem really is that these thoughts (most of them are not dated). You see the recording of history is very problematic since the personal has been altogether mixed with the social. another problem is the overproduction of thoughts, an unstoppable phenomenon. People cannot seem to stop experiencing things no matter how imposing the consequences are to them. Legal acts have been done actually in trying to minimize the production. There has been limits in the production. a person can only produce 100 thoughts a day, compared in the past when it is limitless. The prison cells have been pretty much over-occupied in the recent years because of the increasing number of violators. In this cells, a machine is put in all the prisoners head which qualifies which thought matters and which does not. The machine also controls repetition. Most of the time, when a person thinks to much, the machine reduces the number and permanently delete them for better mind efficiency. Lonely as it may seem, I guess, there is no choice for the civilization to continue existing but to control these thoughts.
By the way, my thinking of these thoughts made me one of the many prisoners inside an underground facility where millions of people are in right now. I just hope our number will not increase ANY LONGER.
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