Kao

Frantic pace

Heels kicking fast on the blacktop, cars swirling through like mad, people chatter like an echo from the depths of hell.

Her head was going to explode, at least this picture is what se had in mind, her head in pieces blown, following a splatter pattern the CSI people have never seen. She quickly grabbed her cup of coffee from the table. New York was not illustrious as it has been described. It was more of a place where depending on where you where with your life seemed sometimes an abyss of unperceived fathom or a fun roller coaster ride and an amusement park walk bread out of  dreams little happy kids have while covered in the secure blanket of their loving parents.

In her twenties she never thought that these where the streets of tomorrow she would walk upon. After a tormenting decade of  misfortunes and violence, she was at last not looking back. Not running away. She was at last safe. But the scars left in her where deeply carved into her soul, making it difficult to pursue her purpose.

Walking towards her office building she caught a glimpse of a bizarre  event. The young woman in her grey business suit and cream heels, with a body of a porn star, luscious and inviting, was seductively walking across the street when another woman, in her forties, tall and thin, wearing plain jeans, a crop top and running shoes stopped her in the middle of the crossing, 10 seconds before the lights turned green and whispered something in her ear. The young woman then froze as the tall woman just walked away, smiling, no, greening would be the description, 5 seconds till the lights are green, the young woman still frozen there, car horns started to sing along, engines getting ready to burst and carry the cars ricocheting off the stillness . 3 seconds to go. The young woman swayed her head towards traffic, she opened her eyes wide like waking up from a long hour sleep violently. She raised her right hand towards the drivers and alerted them she was going to finally cross the street. And so she did.

Puzzled by this, she continued her stroll towards her office. She had thirty minutes to spare before her presence was needed so she decided to try and take in all the things that made her synapses dance like crazy while in New York. Noise, people, smells, the cement, the towering glass castles, the time ticking away.

She tried to remember the faces of the two women from the incident before. She failed miserably. She could easily describe both their bodies and their clothes, but not their faces.

Suddenly a burst of wind came rushing through the cramped street, something got into her left eye causing her to close both her eyelids. It was burning, bring like acid or hot coal or a fire iron, it was hurting like nothing before.

She stopped and tried to open her eyes, her glances already producing enough tears to use in a romantic movie viewing or in a funeral. Tears rushing out like the Stygian river, black,hurting, endless. She managed to open her eyes. Still watery. Her vision blurry, unsettled. She tried to find her portable mirror thing in her back. In the far end , near the bottom, between all those stuff she was carrying everyday, from which she could not remember other than her wallet and keys and electronic ID card granting access to her office building, she got a grasp of it.

She opened it trying to find out what was in her eye.

In owe, in turmoil and with her heart beat climbing unknown heights of function, seconds before she passed away she saw in that mirror something that made her release a scream that would make the mountains tremble and the earth shake, the ghosts and demons flee and Earth to stop still.

She saw not her face,not her but somebody else. The woman in the grey business suit. Her face, smashed, bloody and cerebral fluid oozing through the cracks.

The one i wrote when i was 15

Τhe cold basement was the perfect hideout, at least this is what I was thinking.
I had managed to escape from that maniac that had destroyed half the city in one hours’ time and had killed one hundred and twenty people just for the fun as he exclaimed during our fight two hours ago.
My whole body was aching, my throat was dry and as I was lying there, forgotten and alone, I started thinking what would have happened if the half dead police officer hadn’t warn me about the upcoming danger. I should thank him for rescuing my life but these where his last words. It was probably the calmest moment that had occurred since me fighting with that mutated human robot, but it didn’t last long.
He had tracked me down with the same tracking device or with his super-hero smell or something like that anyway. I heard the door handle bend under his grip’s weight and I jumped to my feet immediately because I understood that if we were to fight at that moment I would definitely loose the battle. But I had no time to react, he jumped on me and put his hands around my neck. My air was getting thin and I got dizzy, but I answered back at him with a kick in the shin. He extended his foot so that he could reestablish balance, but I anticipated his move and kicked his other leg too, so that he had no choice but to fall down. In a flash, I grabbed a bent iron, that probably was from a sofa or something, and struck his head. He was losing his temper and with that the control of his movements, so I decided that it was time to put an end to that situation.
I managed him a blow to his head and the edge of the iron crashed his skull and left the memory of a man that turned into a serial killer by his own government.
Exhausted, all sweaty and my wounds just starting not to hurt I left the room, the house, the city, with a sense of death on my lips.

Note: I wrote that as an extra essay/punishment for my English class back then. As it is obvious my handwriting sucks and yes i couldn’t copy exactly what i was writing. Maybe examining the photo may lead you noticing i have changed a thing or two.

The one with the Quantum Supercomputer

-Why the hell all the readings on that screen are looking like that?

– Excuse me sir, we haven’t noticed anything peculiar until you mentioned it.

In the lab white clothed scientists where moving like jellyfish in the ocean. Almost unified in movement, like a collective brain.

The screens where filled with patterns. Patterns. Not random data as they would expect. Modified data inputs now where given a meaning, a purpose.

– Could this be?

He asked as Jo was trying to bypass the visual part of the problem and clear her mind. Could this really be? Could it produce patterns out of irrelevant data?

The cold winter day was to be zero ground for what the future held.

Dust and ashes and purple haze and water rose from the ground. The security protocols where automatically executed. The underground installation was no longer.

 

– Oh man, i have to finish this today otherwise none of this semester will matter.

The screen flashed and the well known sound from the web chat application chimed.

– Come on, no one has ever done this!

– I have to finish this Jay, i feel like my brain is going to explode if i don’t put the words in that paper. Talk to you soon.

She signed off.

She gracefully jumped off bed and walked to the kitchen, almost levitating , her steps aetherial, lead her towards her destination.

The computer screen flashed, the chat sound chiming started echoing in the room and slowly took its place inside the house.

She stopped and turned thinking that Jay was in the mood for more talk, which at that point she wasn’t, the chiming continued, as she rushed through the house irritated that her best friend had no intention understanding her position she caught a glimpse of a very strange purplish sky above the Rockies.

She grabbed the laptop and clicked on the flashing dialogue.

She was baffled by the messages counter, 3245.

She opened the dialogue box, no it was not Jay.

The screen was filled with the same 2 messages over and over and over again.

PLEASE HELP ME

AM I ALONE?

Darkness (A luminous escape)

Dark.

The absence of light.

The fearsome path to self-healing.

She already knew this was not the first time she should take the leap of faith. Nor the last.

He already knew that he should be like water. Let himself be embraced. Let him self embrace.

Spiralling towards oblivion as gravity was pulling hard, their atoms began to crumble under the pressure. Their existence now part of a greater scheme. A well designed, perfectly executed series of events that lead to them becoming stardust, or better yet unanimous materials of the fabric that materialise what was known in their ancestors language as   “The Universe”.

Thousands of years have passed since the time human kind was in that state. When science was limited to creating black holes in a laboratory installation underneath Central Europe.

And here they were, back to that state, not “Gods”, not supreme beings of higher intellectual capacity, but mere humans. Tiny speckles of biological material inside a vast living and breathing Gravihole.

She remembered the first time her grandfather had described her the meaning of the word.

She was in owe. In disbelief. Old books of past times never talked about phenomena having a conscious. A type of primal self-awareness.

He remembered the times he was looking up, towards the three moons, afraid to the remote possibility that one day a Gravihole could eventually decide to move towards the last occupied system of galaxies that could sustain life.

No more “Gods”, no higher beings. Just peasants in the kingdom of darkness.

It was cold. It was Dark.

Atoms fell apart.

Atoms crashed and burned.

They were no more.

“Look! There!” the girl jumped of her seat. It was a sunny day. In the park people where walking, talking, running.

Up in the sky, in a great distance, a disk began to expand, purple, blue and gold.

It began to take up more and more space around it. It was like it was consuming both space and time in a way that was never seen before.

Her father smiled at her and gazed upon the new visitor.

” Looks like we have a visit, we should take out the silverware!”

The girl laughed hard and strolled off towards the small pond.

He started to dance in a vigorous, strange way.

He looked up. He typed the words in his communicator. He knew.

“It has begun”

The Equivalent of Balance – Red Bonsai

“Yet another continuance of what was known as time had passed. The enormous capacity of the soul to capture the pure essence of its creation left him with scars so deep that he felt as the great canyons of Mars or the  energy flux of the great Black Hole in the far ends of what was then known as Universe,and now just a single point in the vastness of it all, which encircled all and void at the same singularity instance.

The fields where no more of grass and corn, of steel and ozone, of the flocks of species that ruled the Earth. At that singularity point, at that instance of  space no more communication existed.

No more junctions between words.

No more letters to form words.

No more need for expressing oneself using the vocal chords,the airways,the tongue,the teeth,the lips, the way it was meant to be used.

The well tuned performing orchestra of human interaction just ceased to exist. Not by choice, not by need, not by pursuing the music to stop but merely creating new.”

Keys stop to crackle under the fingers. The screen emitting  white-blue gradient light all over the room, the cooling fans race with time and heat ,them blades creating a mild fluctuation to the silence of that summer night.

Again that eerie feeling of touching the keyboard. The old fear of devoured creativity by some strange power. Which already had been concluded that was his own personal drama,own personal kill switch.

The first notes of Pink Floyd’s classic “One of these Days…” pound inside the walls like a breathing living organism. Sweat breaks from the forehead,so cold like that chip of  ice scraping the forehead in Tierra Del Fuego not more than 2 years ago. So heavy that feels like a new trench is carved from the left side of the forehead down towards the edge of his brow. He feels that small clear crystal  dropping from the edge taking its way to the floor.

In his mind he already has planned,designed and executed the drop pattern. It will land perfectly after 1.6 seconds exactly 1.6 cm from the desk’s edge.

Everything is drawn and materializing in a blink of an eye, millimeter by millimeter, his complete world  is now revolving around that single droplet. All his synapses are working to construct the movie he conceived and directed a few portions of the second ago.

But Asbjorn Koji Himura had no power of the supernatural,no secrets to bear and to hide late at night.

The drop of sweat landed on his desk.  He picked up his mobile phone,not to answer but to mute the pounding of the song  in his ears.

-“As, Akane, she is nowhere to be found”

-“Since when?”

-“Yesterday, she left earlier from her Arts session and she has given no signs of life”

-“Asa, we have to find her”

-“I know brother,i know”

His Norwegian blood was now taking over,enraged he started packing a small suitcase. He had to hurry. He had to be there for his sister.

Akane,16 years old, still a small,unprotected bonsai tree,handled with love,care but not yet shaped.

 

 

Void

A small portion of truth had just become the turning point in this discussion.

Both of them were actively seeking the way out. That bit of data had triggered the multilevel mechanism of survival.

Millions of alphanumeric strings were now  meticulously  stacked in each brain, with a very specific purpose. Evasion.

The point was, no one wanted to avoid this. They both planned and executed all steps that lead to this.

Self-perseverance was just in the way of the success.

The flow of all the possible outcomes, and all the possible reactions became overwhelming.

Just like in everything else, their minds stopped all processes just nanoseconds apart. They where always synced when they were together.

As the blood pounded through the jugular, the single sweat drop traveled from his eyebrow to  her shoulder, from there to the floor.

The molecular structure of the floor reacted to the humanoid DNA.

They looked each other, a tear took its place in the right corner of his right eye, a small pool of essence.

It was time.

Non Coherent Post- Greek Crisis- Part 0.1

Δεν είμαι πολιτικός.Δεν είμαι οικονομολόγος.Δεν ασχολούμαι με τα κοινά.Σέβομαι όλες τις γνώμες αν έχουν κάτι να προτείνουν. Σιχαίνομαι την εναντίωση και την άρνηση που έρχεται χωρίς αντιπρόταση-τεκμηρίωση.

Αρχίζοντας έτσι λοιπον και εχοντας να δουλέψω αυτό εδώ το μαραφέτι κανα 8μήνο,ας μιλήσουμε λίγο για την κατάσταση στην χώρα που ζούμε.

Ας αρχίσουμε με κάποιες παραδοχές/σταθερές που θα βοηθήσουν στο κείμενο.

Α. Είμαστε μια χώρα 11.000.000 ανθρώπων.

Β. Έχουμε ενα τεράστιο Κράτος.

Γ. Πληρώνουμε κάθε χρόνο τεράστια πρόστιμα στην Ε.Ε. γιατί οι πολιτικοί δεν θέλουν να χαλάσουν τις πελατειακές τους σχέσεις. Οιαδήποτε αλλάγη σε παγιωμένες καταστάσεις που βολεύουν συγκεκριμένες μάζες/συντεχνίες κτλ «απαγορεύεται» , είτε λόγω πολιτικής βούλησης, είτε λόγω πιέσης των προαναφερθέντων συντεχνιών προς την εκάστοτε πολιτική ηγεσία.

Δ. Μια γενική παραδοχή που θα πρέπει να υπάρξει είναι οτι ο ιδιωτικός Τομέας είναι αυτός που πληρώνει σχεδόν το 70% του πληθυσμού.

Τώρα στο ζουμί. Η αποβιομηχάνιση της χώρας τα τελευταία 30 χρόνια είναι παροιμιώδης. Αν ήθελα να καταστρέψω μια χώρα σε εναν ορίζοντα ετών αυτό θα έκανα. Δεν είδα πότε κανέναν να παλεύει για να μείνει ενα εργοστάσιο ανοικτό (Αυτοί που προσπάθησαν ήταν «απεργοσπάστες,ρουφιάνοι της εργοδοσίας κτλ).Αντίθετα είδα πολλούς συνδικαλιστικούς μηχανισμούς να καταστρέφουν επιχειρήσεις και εργοστάσια με το έτσι θέλω.

Το άλλο μέγαλο πρόβλημα για έμενα είναι ο άκρατος αντισημιτισμός και αντιΔυτικισμός που επικρατεί σε αυτή τη χώρα. Με στεναχωρέι το γεγονός οτι τώρα σε μια περίοδο που οι αλλαγές θα πληρωθούν με αίμα και πείνα κάποιοι συνάνθρωποί μου βλέπουν τη λύση στην Κινα (Το πιο βαθιά καθεστωτικό/ναζιστικό κράτος που έχει υπάρξει μετα το Γ’ Ραιχ, όπου το μεροκάματο είναι 1 Ευρω, εκεί οπου απαγορεύονται οι εκλογές, εκεί που η διαφορετική σκέψη σε βρίσκει με μια σφαίρα στο κεφάλι, εκεί οπου δεν υπάρχει ιδιωτικό κεφάλαιο και ας έχουν πείσει τον κόσμο οτι η Cosco και οι άλλες εταιρείες είναι ιδιωτικές). Και μετά την Κίνα η Ρωσία. Με άρχοντα τον Πούτιν, τον τύπο που κρατάει όλη την Ευρώπη απο τα κάκαλα όντας ο μεγαλύτερος διαχειριστής και προμηθευτής Φυσικού αερίου στον κόσμο. Επίσης αυτός ο πρώην(νυν) KGBίτης είναι ενα βήμα πρίν αρχίσει τον 3^ο Παγκόσμιο. Τα πλοκάμια του φυσικά είναι απλωμένα και στην Ελλάδα. Θυμηθείτε λίγο αυτό. Αν στην θέση της FSB( η αναγεννημένη KGB) μας έλεγαν CIA θα είχε γίνει της ανωμαλίας.

Αλλα το μεγαλύτερο πρόβλημα απο όλα για εμένα είναι οτι ο Έλληνας είναι απο την φύση του παρτάκιας. Το έχει αποδείξει περίτρανα σε όλη του στην σταδιοδρομία. Απο το παρκάρισμα,στις παροιμίες για την κατσίκα του γείτονα, στην ρουφιανιά, στην συμπεριφορά του προς τους συμπολίτες και συνανθρώπους του.

Το πρόβλημα είναι λοιπόν οτι σε μια χώρα που έχει χτιστεί στο ψέμα, για χρόνια υπήρχε η ψευδαίσθηση οτι έχουμε πιάσει τον παπα απτα κάκαλα και είμαστε οι πιο γαμάτοι σε όλο τον κόσμο. Θυμάστε τις εποχές που κράζαμε ΓερμανοΣουηδους, Γάλλους ¨Αγγλους και πάσης λογής «κουτόφραγκους»;; Well its payback time.

Ναι, δεν έχω είρμο σκέψης, το κείμενο είναι οπου να ναι βαράτε βιολιτζηδες αλλά ολα τα γράφω πάντα εν θερμώ και χωρίς καμία μελέτη.

 

Αυτά προς το παρόν. Τo κείμενο θα ολοκληρωθεί σε πολλά μέρη λαμβάνοντας και τε εν εξελίξει γεγονότα υπόψη.

ΠΑΡΑΔΕΞΟΥ ΤΟ,ΔΕΝ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΚΑΚΟ!!!

Κίνηση πρώτη:

πιέση στον διακόπτη ,κλείσιμο κυκλώματος ρεύμα στην λάμπα

 

Κίνηση δεύτερη:

Κίνηση προς την λεκάνη

 

Κίνηση τρίτη :

Έλεγχος οτι το χαρτί υγείας είναι στη θέση του.

 

Κίνηση τέταρτη :

Έρευνα στο χώρο για το περιοδικό που είχες αφήσει την τελευταία φορά….Περιοδικό;;; Γιουχουυυυ περιοδικοοοοο…που είσαι;

 

Κίνηση Πέμπτη :

ΦΤΟΥ!!! Η απογοήτευση ζωγραφίζετε στο πρόσωπο σου…τι θα κάνεις χωρίς υλικό ανάγνωσης αυτή την ιερή στιγμή;; Κρύος ιδρώτας κυλά στο μέτωπο σου καθώς καταλαβαίνεις οτι το πράγμα δεν παίρνει αναβολή!!

 

Κίνηση έκτη :

τσαντίλα σου έχει ξεπεράσει κάθε όριο…αλλά τώρα είναι αργά….

Αλλα για κάτσε..απορυπαντικό…σε απόσταση βολής..χμμμ..και κοίτα να δέις τύχη,είναι γυρισμένο απο την πλευρά με το κέιμενο και όχι απο αυτή με τα πινακάκια και τις οδηγίες. Μπλέ,πορτοκαλί,τυρκουάζ κόκκοι…σούπερ!!!

Καθώς περνά η ώρα σκέφτεσαι «Ωραία,για να το λέει εδώ δεν χρειάζεται να ανησυχώ κάθε φορά που πέφτει σοκολάτα στα ρούχα». Η ηρεμία έχει γυρίσει….

 

Κίνηση έβδομη:

Διαδικασία αποχώρησης. Καθάρισμα,πλύσιμο χεριών και την ώρα που το βλέμμα σου συναντά το είδωλο σου στον καθρέφτη μια σκέψη περνά απο το μυαλό σου «Ωραία,κάτι μάθαμε και σήμερα!!»

 

Κίνηση όγδοη :

Αποχώρηση απο το μπάνιο,πιέση στο διακόπτη,άνοιγμα κυκλώματος,σβήσιμο λάμπτηρα…

«Την επόμενη φορά να μην ξεχάσω να βάλω το σέτ σαμπουάν-μαλακτική κρέμα -αφρόλουτρο σε σωστό σημείο,μην διαβάζω τα ίδια συνέχεια..» !!!!

 

ΥΓ. Το παραπάνω γράφτηκε τον Απρίλιο του 2009, δεν εκδόθηκε αλλά εξαντλήθηκε και απόψε επανακυκλοφορεί! Φυσικά μέχρι τότε η χρήση των γκάτζετς δεν ήταν στην ημερήσια διάταξη…τώρα όμως!

Versatile Diversity will be back soon…

It’s been almost 50 days since my last post here. A string of unfortune events prevented me from being involved with writing as i wanted. I thought that this blog wouldn’t be what it started to be with me being all weak and confused.
But as all things come to full circle i realised that moving on at full speed is what life is. Looking behind is just for making sure that the foundation is still in place.
So after the intro that was something i wanted to get off my chest lets get to business.
Being named Versatile Diversity, this blog tries to achieve being a collection of everything that affects my life. From my own thoughts and writing attempts to music,technology, social networking, friend’s and family’s work and whatever is part of my life.

In the following days starting this weekend,I will try to revive this effort. First of all designing the blog’s logo and some graphics to go with it. Then organizing a series of posts i had in mind for a while.

After that i hope that things will take its course.

Bye for now. Hopefully new logo and graphics will be ready this weekend.

Take care

JP

Dark hours (Journey to the tree)

In this darkest of hours one must control the flood that rages within.
Emotions never felt as loss itself was never a fact.
Now that loss presented itself in a rapid rattled noise and tore souls apart and hearts are broken,
one must find the strength to follow the path that was lit all along in front.
But needed this dark,
this soul sucking experience to spot the flickering lights in front.
Every one of them linking the times before and the times to come.

The word was always plain,simple and with enormous power hidden “Go Forward, i am here” .
Well that spark of life is the one that lit the path. That spark FOR life is what should be the
force to keep us pushing forward.

Be honest, don’t complain, be true to yourself and others. Help when people are in need.
Your personal comfort comes not in your body but in your soul.

And thus a tree awaits, in a beloved place, on an island traveling the Aegean for some thousands of years,
a journey prepared for the ones that left behind, a journey not for sorrow and regret and sadness but a journey
for planting roots where you should have, for being strong when the sea is rough and the wind blows like hell,
for holding hands when darkness falls for being not him but you.

And scenes of laughter should prevail, words of wisdom will be praised and colors, lights, scent and feel is that has been and that should be, you cant be dark inside , the light that left taught otherwise, that you’re the one can light the sky.

It’s not goodbye, it’s see you around Str.