GREGARIOUS AND MARINATED
By: Iris P. Concepcion
Suddenly, sky clears up where clowns drowned Frostville for impressive scenarios.
A pressing line. A sigh. A sentence erupts.
"That is an ugly footbridge," a man who is too polite to remind his seasoned company that his school's restroom had been severely vandalized by Norwegian-bound students in decades and remained as that, stained, blurted out a lament in his winter clothes.
He is referring to a structure that was not even existent since Marco Polo circumnavigated the world. Blue and yellow never had this thing explicitly nuanced.
The woman, receiving the tirade, looked at him straightfaced. She thought of the mentor who dared break the uncreative mold with not much nag nor prodding. The visionary took on the challenge and built the footbridge. The woman calmly absorbed the definitive defense of specialized work.
Painted and as unobtrusely cluttering as a scattering muck, the woman could not imagine how he could have missed the point.
They (public footbridges) just appeared with nary a thick cloud nor wind breaking their loud engineering apparitions.
The woman thought of the hours, errogeneously, spent under dim lights, snowboarding, basketball tours, pricey sneakers, copied slogans, stupid resort pools and aquarium-ed women cages. Talks on how to spend a miniscule apportionment on kiddie playgrounds for displaced kids in their own ghetto surroundings.
"If that is ugly, I do not know WHAT to call your own Emperor's Clothes. Excellent, perhaps?" I smiled through my teeth.
Woman kept on walking, fast strides, tiptoeing on the comforts of these "ugly" footbridges and left the man who has more pipelines to improve on.
There are far better-built edifices, surely sprawling, that are not burnt on Ipods and buying wires/headsets. For much of the people wallowing in the lower strata of pyramidian humanity, the woman continued thinking, this is a respite. They could not go to the malls surely, to enjoy the fruits of social fundings. At least some people used it for pustisos. More functional.
The ugly detonator could not have browsed the Internet and sought the advices (or bilked ideas for free) of some errant novice for this. He has classier things to contribute to widespread grammatical errors of unused school textbooks and faux identification cards to buff up a mob arsenal. And there are more videos to shoot that the mass can have access to without paying much.
That is culture.
"What creative good is there to build when profound people deface it?" another take on the coach of long-ranged, football dreams.
Woman takes pictures of these comforts minus the defacement and spoke thus, with freaking tears on her angry eyes:
"Judge for your self."
As last note: "Distractions are the only weapons left for people who are desperate."