The protests continued from June to December and all forms of violent to silly acts of obstructions were committed. Some barricades were set up and some bridges and roads were burned. Some protestors placed bricks everywhere on the roads like children putting lego on the floor hoping the giant parent would stump his toe. Some protestors declared the establishment of a country in an air conditioned mall, and had to dissipate when the air conditioning and lights went off.
Common sense appeared political incorrect in the climate of strange terror. Politicians had a strange way of making a linkage between not owning property and radical thoughts. And people seemed to buy that.
The milk tea shop where I worked was branded blue politically and everyone just saw the sign and just walked on by. Some days, I would be the only one there for hours, just wiping down already-clean counters. I was not even political, I just needed the job. I was also starting to get this low-grade dread, you know? That one day, someone won't just walk by. That they'll decide to make a point.
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Across from me, Uncle Royce let out a dry, humourless chuckle. He ran a hand over his weary face. "Count your blessings, girl. At least they see you. My place? I'm a ghost. I refused to put up any flags, any colours. Now, to everyone, I'm suspicious. The blues think I'm a coward for not supporting them openly, the yellows think I'm a blue in hiding. I'm not banned, not officially. I'm just... ignored. Invisible. It's a quiet death."
“why are you still going to those places! You already got arrested! Don’t you understand what you are doing has consequences!”I could not resist but cry at Bensimon one day.
“Deconstruction and reconstruction are part of nature. It is a sight like the change of seasons.” Bensimon said.
He was deluded, I concluded. But my heart ached horribly because I knew common sense could not reach him. I could imagine how that retarted Bensimon was doing, putting on his headphones and visiting those dangerous areas. Following the clues from the internet as if he was on a journey, pumping on Back’s St Matthew Passion through his headphones, totally unaware of the danger he was putting himself and others in. Bensimon was such a retart, moron, stupid boy. He kept forgetting he was a human being governed by laws of reality. If you didn’t eat, you get stomach ache. If you overworked, you would get headache, if you broke the law, you went to jail. And people are supposed to prevent painful and unwanted consequences.
“There are so many things I don’t understand in this world. And why you had to go there of all the places in the world, is one of them.”
“I felt like it. I felt like I could be there. So I was.” He said curtly. “There’s so many things you wouldn’t understand. People like to wander in the streets. And walk on roads.”
“but we have housing, so people could stay in their homes. And there’s jobs, so people could be at a certain place at a certain time. It keeps people in check, with a routine, so they could function.”
“Humans don’t always function that way. Humans are grossly messy. Like sometimes a woman who wouldn’t have sex with you, but has sex with other guys. But she claims she loves you more.”Bensimon said. I felt my brain would never keep up with Bensimon’s.
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