A memorable evening
I remember knowing someone called Gregor once. Gregor Samsa. The last time I visited his house, I saw a huge cockroach!
Then my friend Franz told me that the cockroach was actually Gregor.
"What? He turned into an insect? How? What for?"
Franz smiles. Sadly. "He just couldn't do it. And now he's gone."
Silence.
I look around the park where we are. Children are playing, couples too. In the bench beside ours sat a joker and a thief. Their conversation is audible, and I, despite my reluctance, can't help but eavesdrop.
"There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief.
There's too much confusion", I can't get no relief
"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke.
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke"
"Life is a joke!" shouts Wolfgang, who has just joined us.
I admire Wolfgang. He is a genius. He transformed the tale of Don Giovanni's punishment into one of amusement. Sure Byron was sore, but he too came around after witnessing Wolfgang's version of the epic.
"Let us laugh my friends, let us be merry. Let us be amused of misery and bemused of pain. Let us find joy at the sufferings of others and let others find joy at ours. Sorrow is hilarious my friends, so let us laugh, laugh, laugh!! HO HO HO!"
Silence.
Everyone is bewildered. The children have stopped playing, the couples too. The joker is speechless, the thief too. The wind blows, the leaves rustle. And stands there Wolfgang, laughing at the silence, laughing at our shock, laughing out loud.
"I shall do it", says Franz under his breath, "I shall amuse the world."
He jumps up.
"I shall tell the world, the story of Gregor Samsa, and his metamorphosis. I shall make the world laugh where Gregor had cried, and laugh harder when Gregor had died."
"Because life is a joke," said the joker.
"And sorrow the thief," said the thief.
"And life's only bane," said Wolfgang,
"is not laughing at pain."
Everyone breaks into laughter; the children, the couples, the leaves, the trees. O what merriment!
Franz strides out in determination, saying he had a book to write. Wolfgang leaves with his new friends the joker and the thief. Children go home. Couples kiss goodbye. The sun sets, bringing about an end to a magical evening.
I stand alone in the darkness. And I break out into laughter.
this is strictly an experiment. Worthy?
I remember knowing someone called Gregor once. Gregor Samsa. The last time I visited his house, I saw a huge cockroach!
Then my friend Franz told me that the cockroach was actually Gregor.
"What? He turned into an insect? How? What for?"
Franz smiles. Sadly. "He just couldn't do it. And now he's gone."
Silence.
I look around the park where we are. Children are playing, couples too. In the bench beside ours sat a joker and a thief. Their conversation is audible, and I, despite my reluctance, can't help but eavesdrop.
"There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief.
There's too much confusion", I can't get no relief
"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke.
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke"
"Life is a joke!" shouts Wolfgang, who has just joined us.
I admire Wolfgang. He is a genius. He transformed the tale of Don Giovanni's punishment into one of amusement. Sure Byron was sore, but he too came around after witnessing Wolfgang's version of the epic.
"Let us laugh my friends, let us be merry. Let us be amused of misery and bemused of pain. Let us find joy at the sufferings of others and let others find joy at ours. Sorrow is hilarious my friends, so let us laugh, laugh, laugh!! HO HO HO!"
Silence.
Everyone is bewildered. The children have stopped playing, the couples too. The joker is speechless, the thief too. The wind blows, the leaves rustle. And stands there Wolfgang, laughing at the silence, laughing at our shock, laughing out loud.
"I shall do it", says Franz under his breath, "I shall amuse the world."
He jumps up.
"I shall tell the world, the story of Gregor Samsa, and his metamorphosis. I shall make the world laugh where Gregor had cried, and laugh harder when Gregor had died."
"Because life is a joke," said the joker.
"And sorrow the thief," said the thief.
"And life's only bane," said Wolfgang,
"is not laughing at pain."
Everyone breaks into laughter; the children, the couples, the leaves, the trees. O what merriment!
Franz strides out in determination, saying he had a book to write. Wolfgang leaves with his new friends the joker and the thief. Children go home. Couples kiss goodbye. The sun sets, bringing about an end to a magical evening.
I stand alone in the darkness. And I break out into laughter.
this is strictly an experiment. Worthy?
