Sunday, 13 April 2008

Neo Day

I love libraries. I hang out in them a lot. That's vaguely why I chose this. Also, because I like the piece, and because it's about time someone featured our fearless leader. Or did B_S do that already? Nevermind...

Anyway, this reminds me a bit of Farenheit 451. It also seems a bit like what Poison would do if he tried prose. The best thing though, is that everyone tries to find deeper meaning in a piece like this, when in fact all it means is that nep felt like playing silly buggers. Or perhaps I'm totally wrong. Thoughts? Anyway, this is Library Spies by Neoeno.


Essential reading to understand: Democrats, Republicans unite against "library provision"

I was left in that cell for 3 hours. It remained just as dark and damp as when I was thrown in there. Footsteps patrolled the corridor adjoining to the one outside the door of mine, but even that was a dull monotony.

It was 2AM, I'd just been asleep around half an hour. Without any warning the door to my bedroom was bashed open. There was so much shouting and bright piercing lights, I was in shock. I expect that was the idea. It was lucky I wear bedclothes, I doubt they'd have given me time to change. They cuffed me and shoved me in their van. I felt a combination of fear and humiliation; they didn't take their eyes off of me, and I had no idea where or why they were taking me. At some point in this van they blindfolded me also.

Eventually we stopped. I was half escorted, half dragged into a building, and then into this cell. I counted at least 5 gates on the way. I couldn't see, but I could still hear.

Nothing happened for a long time. Until just as suddenly as before, I was blindfolded and taken to a new destination.

I found myself sitting in a chair across the table from a man who obviously wasn't here to be nice. He looked like he hadn't shaved in a couple of days, his forehead was creased and his eyes were squinted. We looked at each-other for a moment, he was obviously waiting for the full menace of his appearance to penetrate me.

Suddenly he smashed down a book in front of me, and − with his face inches away from mine − he shouted:

"Do you like green eggs and ham?"



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