“Banalities of Anomie and Alas - II”
“Part II:Four months amidst the three-month binge”
- Randice Mal Ruminrood
“Oh, what fun”
Section I of Part II=Book II
⛬ My head kept nodding into slumber, already irritated at the world, from events earlier that day, the second or third day. It was one of those days, during the mid-seasons, when the warm oceanic air reached New Sorthane. It brings with it that, repulsive, sun-asphalt, sudden, city heat. Two weeks ago “The Winter” had formally ended, as snow on the mounts melted away. Naturally, I’ve spent most of the day in the rented apartment. I recall that it was at that time I’ve discovered “Systems Arts”. Too many hours were poured, attempting to make use of it.
⛬ Another “ingenious” idea of the Reform Party during the 90’s, was to use the intranet topography of OPAL, within the administration. For some reason, Travis “Andrew” Palmer, in 2007., at least according to his own accounts, suggested to David Innsbolt, the locking of Nasphilitaes’ ccTLD into a “Supra-Intranet”. Innsbolt, used this to incentivise, domestically, the SECOND Digital Revolution, but to also massively censor network media in 2013. What’s interesting is that Lumen actually designed this.
⛬ Enter your ID, social security code, full birth name, and digital certificate which came from the ISP containing your National Registry data. Then, locate the software, confirm your purchase though an SSH handshake between the keyed certificates, and begin downloading. Keep in mind this: it was shortly after the August-September protests of 2019., so PrototAutomatons OS, packet speed, and all that, were still unavailable.
⛬ After two hours, during which Rainer left for work, with no acknowledgements towards me being awake for 52 hours and inside; It downloaded. Over the following 10 hours, I popped additional NasphoDesoxyns, while learning the basics. I became so enraged that it made me finally go outside. No money, no food, Rainer wasn’t back so he likely spent all little earning he got on gambling.
Went to the first ATM, card declined. Went additional kilometre away to the second, two ARM’s in some facility, first one: gave an error. Third one finally worked. The art assignment was due in four days, but having taken some 7 or 8 or 9 doses of NaspoDesoxyns, I had to take a walk. My brain was already over-sensitised, but my body had to let out some energy. This gives a weird situation.
⛬ After walking around some, I’d say, 1/7th of New Sorthane, within two hours (which usually would take me 3 and a half), I’ve decided to buy acrylics and finish the assignment the analogue way. I came back home around 2200PM and started working on it. Popped one more NaspoDesoxyn. Around 2330PM, the hot coastline air clashed with the storming Inclinelands and the regular cold Southern Mountlands air of New Sorthane. This frontal event caused a three-hour storm, likes of which I’ve never seen.
At around 0200-0300AM, the storm dissipated and Rainer came back. I was still painting the project. The look he gave me was that of disgust. Knowing that he earlier spoke about moving out, this intensiy signalled to me that — the decision was made at that exact moment. Upon locking himself in his compartment, I’ve decided to take a walk on The Boulevard, taking some NaspoBarbs with me, so that I could sleep when I came back. The walk was beautiful.
“The Rose Boulevard – Goodbye”
Section II of Part II=Book II
⛬ The day was crammed, but the night was thrifty.
⛬ Stumbling about at the odd hours is a call for some disarray in Agorport and (from what I’ve heard) the mounds in west-side of Suhavenster, but it was always unreceptive across New Sorthane. A rectangular bloc dividing of the tenet from the “Rose Boulevard”. Vividly I recall now, how breathing of a sight it was; the glazed, golden magistral roads and wide side-walks from the storm; An array, seemingly endless, of switching spruce and white pines, were on both end-sides. I’ve taken two NaspoBarbs; then one more.
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Rarely idle of rushing cars, impatient people; It had granted me this wondrously destitute perspective. Upkept grasslands separated the double-lanes, with a lone King Pike, placed precisely 195 meters from the other. It bestowed upon me freedom to muddled thoughts…
At one point, I forgot of all but one detail, statements which now have kept ringing in my head. Rainer received a notice from the Local Council a few days ago, regarding his mental condition. Affirmed by this private hospital which I’ve now gotten to. Bright, red, and white, logo a-top of it.
The notice said, in a tone almost alike dialogue:
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– “I’ve learned, at intervals, and through equivocal hints, of a yet nother particular feature. Rainer was enchained by certain superstitions regarding the dwelling which he tenanted. From whence, in many years, he never ventured forth from. This effigy was described by him too unclear to re-instate — some peculiarities in the form of his estate, had been dinted of sufferance, obtained over his soul-an effect brought down upon the morale of his existence… (…)”
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⛬ I was returning to the apartment, I think. Anticipating on notifying him on this, he had left. Entering my room, there was a post-it note situated on my computer screen:
“I’ve fixed whatever it was you were attempting to do. Made some art-piece myself. The program requires basic geometric planning. I am leaving. In seven days from now, Lumen arranged for us all to meet; At some restaurant inn the middle of Fieldlers’ Thane. Take the Cerulean rail road, 17 stops from the Central Station. 1600PM, the restaurant is right beside the stop. See you in seven days. I won’t return.” — Rainer
So, he never got his notice, which continued:
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– “(…) He always comes back to the same place, day after day, just watching it like it was yesterday. Despite the fact that it causes him tremendous anxiety, he insists on returning. He insists it’s for therapeutic reasons, but I remain skeptical. He doesn’t respond well to questions about his personal life and became extremely angry when I mentioned events prior to what he calls “The Black Month”. He told me the other day that he’d been experiencing hallucinations, without clearly describing them. Naturally, I didn’t take him seriously. I saw no evidence to suggest this was the case, but upped his prescriptions anyway. He claims the extra medication helps. I bet it does.”
The painting was a geometric object, a vector piece of art shaped into some sort of a ship in a bottle. Rainer paid out the rent, later Randice found out. Five years ago, were their last moments. What ought to be seen as strange to some is that Lumen arranged for the last meeting.
…?
What day is it, anyway? What year is it, which month is it?