It was around sunset, in the corners of the unsunk lands of Berkeley in California. No motor cars. No bikes. No cell phones. No technology, other than the fabrics on the bodies and the thoughts in the mind. I could see a father laying down for rest all the way to the left, the mother sitting to the right, and the child standing all the way to the right. Or were they simply a male, female and a child? Was I even right about the genders? I am not sure. The man was looking up straight to the sky. The female in the middle was looking straight while sitting down on the grass.
It was the child that caught my attention. There was nothing special about the child. I did not even see to make sure if it was a short person who was a child from within, or someone who was a child. This child, as I should call this being, stood a bit diagonal to the other male and female, facing an angle from the front that crossed paths as an intersection and an angle with what the female was looking at straight, and with what the male was looking at above him. Maybe the child was a robot. Maybe the child was a zombie. Maybe the child was everything in a being that enchanted and amazed the mind into standing in such a situation and wondering how glorifying such a situation may be. » Read more after the jump →
