The last few days, I find myself wondering the strangest things. A whole new world has opened up to me. A world where darkness is civil, sin is common and it all doesn’t seem out of place. This is the world of Vampire - The Masquerade. In this world a particular clan, as they are called, has clenched onto my curiosity. They are the ones who carry the bloodline of Malkav and they are called the Malkavian.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malkavian
It is said that they hear voices and they are incurably insane but if one takes the time to listen to them you may be able to revet a better picture of reality or even a glimpse of the future. This in turn made me wonder about how we commune. How a person can totally ramble on and I won’t hear a word or contrariwise, how a person can fire a short sentence and hit a mark in your consciousness that bleeds a whole story. Part of this delightful technic is the serving of visual cogitation.
I have found a liking to my neighbor's rose. A beautiful red specimen. Symbol of enamoredness. But this rose has a rather annoying thorn with an irritating prick and thus prevents this prize from being plucked.
Although I do not share the Malkvian's link to the "Network of minds" , I rather enjoy this idea of speaking in riddles. There is however, probably a handful of people who could decipher my little bubbling of words and thoughts and realize what they mean but that is not because of mental effort. One might percieve it as a code or a different language. Something that could be said publicly but only understood by few. That is the idea anyway. The problem is that this is something that takes time to devise. It is quite possible to , with practice, incorporate this wonderful play with words into everyday speech but it will most probably drive you insane. In all eventuallity the same with the people around you...
In my garden there is... there was the most beautiful flower. The sight of it could drive me to tears. But someone has stumbled into my garden and ever since then the flower won't bloom. This could also drive me to tears. If I catch you in my garden again I will set the dogs on you.
On a different note however
It is suprising how apaced the melody of our lives can change. I often hear a person saying “ you are not the same person “ and I often find myself wondering what this person means. Of course we change you silly child. We change daily. By the minute even. You change your mind and you change. You decide on something and you change. I would hope to have changed quite a lot after ten years actually.
But sometimes I don’t believe it myself.
The Jackal told the Scribe that he has changed. For a moment the Scribe saw a Lion but remembered the teeth of the Jackal.
