U-turns

contd from...

A wave of something tangy hit Lucy.
Wave after wave of the same feeling washed over her pale skin.
The smell of the breeze was overwhelming in a smooth sort of way.
The suddenness of events were witness to the random flux of her experiences.
Her senses were like the speeding water close to the top of a gigantic waterfall.
Collapsing in a perpetual flow of frozen-ness. The lightening sky was in her eye.
The dark pupils were valleys of unknown secrets.
Her eyelashes burnt dark strokes on the white cloudy horizon.
Her hair was a continuation of bind melodies, gushing through the heights of unaffected scenes.
Across the village stood the villagers all lined up by the sea.
They had a curious look of anxiety in their eyes.
They seemed to be having the most unusual day in their so far uneventful history. In the corner a young boy seemed to be writing about this.
Or perhaps he was painting a picture of the incidents unfolding. Likewise the minds of a million people far away experienced a sort of violent turbulence in their thoughts.
However unaware they may have seemed, such countenance was but a consequence of their primitive imagination.
For these were the audience in front of the televised screen watching the drama unfold -
not unlike you who is reading these words
here and now. The writer was a mad woman they say.
She let out a fantasy of creative eccentricity after suffering every joy that she ever could. Drugged by a dozen experimental chemicals and having undergone a series of virtual reality sessions for months in a row, Dr Warren had simulated the ultimate artist to write this TV show.
After all, what can be more imaginative than the stories born out of artificially simulated madness.
Simulated imagination.
Imagine that. Be it Lucy, was Dr Warrens brain child.
After years of experimenting with artificially induced states of mind and imagination power, he had conducted the ultimate experiment -
a carefully designed protocol to extend the world of madness as a translation into entertainment.
Quintessential material that was spewed out by a crazy mind without the awareness or expectation of fame, money or even the need for expression.
Dr Warren had manufactured the ultimate fiction-factory, a writer with an unlimited capacity to imagine. The show was an instant hit and the returns were equally unlimited.
People were hanging on to every event that unfolded in this ultimate drama of passion and fear. A major part of the appeal was the fact that linear predictability had little to do with how this would all turn out next.
What next? was a mystery to everyone and all. Everyone except Lucy. She was real.
This is the tricky part.