I mould my world with plasticine hands. It is not a perfect world but it is utopian in its imperfect nature. Here, people are not beautiful, nor do they strive to become. The nights are always cold and another’s warmth is everlastingly absent. The moon exists, yet its full presence is never felt or missed.
This is a place where happiness has no name. Happiness exists but is never defined. It has no reverse; no opposing force to fight for supremacy. Therefore, unhappiness is even more ambiguous.
Long ago, someone managed successfully to define happiness. The feeling was captured and bottled, only to be sold on the growing black market for emotions. The venture quickly went out of business, as nobody was interested in buying something, which they could not understand let alone put to any meaningful use. So, happiness remained a grey area. Now, I have made it illegal – just in case.
I have made the sun subservient. I have stolen its glory and pocketed its splendour. But I am not a selfish creature – I have provided candles for everyone – such is my benevolent nature.
Darkness however, is free and abundant. In fact, it prevails because I believe it instills peace and tranquility. Besides, it is a proven fact that sunlight in uncontrolled amounts damages the skin and the eyes. It is a precaution you see, it is love.
Just to explain a few things though, humanity has forfeit its right to choice. It is a simple necessity, which I recognised long ago. People do not have it in them to choose for themselves and therefore I volunteered myself as a public servant with limitless and paramount powers. Now, I choose.
There was a time when faces were soiled by fear and hearts suffered in unison. But now everything and everyone is calm. Calm and controlled. This is my mould.
