Elias Wants His Round World Back

Nothing bothered him other than collecting information and trying to reorganize it in his own way. It was an attempt to impose his own ideas on others. Elias was always adamant to do this. Elias never talked over anything. He just “talked to” every time. Why was Elias like this? To see himself reflected in the mirror of confidence. Hectic days made him furious but he was sure not to put his fury on others. Though his mind was messed up, he presented himself in a structured array of appeasing words. But he never reached a point where he met his old self. That’s when trance hit everyone as in some kind of sci-fi movie. It’s like everyone was trapped inside time, at someone’s finger-snap. Slowly, Elias moved to the tipping point. To him. the world seemed to be flat. He wants to make his world round again. Doors shut behind. All projects briefcased and pushed under bed. Blinds pulled down. And he opened his old trunk. Stacks of oil paints, sketchbooks, diaries of various colours, bind and spirals and his bloody scarlet ink-pen. His calendar had 40 blank boxes. By then, his clock was dead. Letters and colours splashed through his nerves and creeped up his spine.