The Cloud Said

The man stood by the road and he thought about who he was, what he was doing and what it meant. He could not find a single answer in his brain that would resolve these questions in him. His was not a sorrow born of any particular idea, nevertheless, it consumed him.
He thought about waste.
The cars heaved by, coughing smog into the already sour air.
He thought about family.
He thought about love.
He wondered many things. He despaired.
The night is the night he heard, or felt. Was this his spirit talking to him? An ancestor perhaps? Was it the words of people in the street combining to form this sentence in his head. Was he, as an imperfect organism, failing in the very core task of getting on?
What did it mean to ‘get on’; if getting left him feeling empty, left him wanting to stay in bed, to ignore time, work, affections, sunlight, even love? What was love?
He asked himself many questions.
The night is the night.
Then something remarkable happened. The people in the street transformed. Taking on the visage of bobbing, grey, almost cartoon like, clouds. They passed him as thoughts; not thoughts, entities…shapes. These new creatures, without human form, chattered into the air, at nothing. Clusters of them chanted, single forms mumbled as though in prayer.
Either baying, or praying. Maybe it was the same thing.
One cloud had a dogs lead coming out of it with a young pup on the end. The lead broke free of the balloon cloud, which now had an exclamation mark throbbing inside it. The dog was momentarily free yet, at the same time, trapped by its newly acquired instinct to obey for food and shelter.
The cloud said, ‘Little shit,’ and consumed the animal, eliminating the pup it was, the dog it might become and a small piece of the world, turning it, in turn, into a yet smaller cloud; this time with a cartoon bitch inside it, then a cartoon bone, then a cartoon bitch.
The shaped moved on without faces, and attached by a lead and a leader.
The man stood there for a moment longer and felt the Earth moving underneath him. It was fast and he felt dizzy. Small droplets fell from his being onto his shoes and he knew what had become of him.
Now, incorporated into a new paradigm of the world, he awaited the next struggle with terrifying indifference.

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