The Cycle

The Story Of The Exploding Head
It's the year 3033 and the murder of romance and all emotion is completed. Nothing means anything, anything means nothing... words mostly forgotten. One day, possibly a thursday but all days were the same really, Johns head exploded and the only two wtinessess Jon and Jhonn lives were changed forever. They tore off their clothes because all of a sudden they didn't make sense. They threw away their names, gave them to inanimate objects that never asked for them. They ran for hours, just ran and ran with no sense of direction or awareness of obstacles. They ran past crowds of onlookers who were then given the gift of a new memory. The first new memory of their entire life within The Great White Four Walls. With this new memory came a seed that was planted and could not be undone by any institution.

Thousands of sleeping souls glimmered for the first time in modern society and continued to do so in those silent and now miserable living spaces. It wasn't long after Jon and Johnn's naked run that the whole city started to run for no reason. Running on the spot, back and forth betweent he living space and the working space. Some were fortunate enough to run together around the leisure space. Everybody ran until even the gaurds were running, Machines ran too. The walls were not designed for this kind of activity. Slowly one by one walls started to fall down everywhere, sometimes even cielings which would reveal the long forgotten skies. Eventually all the city became was a giant white floor as far as the eye could see.

Millions of exhausted people stopped running all at once and fell asleep. Some of them woke up in tiem to see the sun rise and thusly became poets, signaling the end of a cycle.