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- [ The Crowd and the Stigma ] [ By The GNN ]
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- THE CROWD AND THE STIGMA
- by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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- Every night, I have the same dream. It is not a nightmare, but is still
- bothering me, day in and day out. I am not afraid of it. I just wish to
- understand it.
- A crowd has gathered to enjoy and exploit the mere company of each other.
- I stand outside it, observing the people and their games. They laugh, they
- dance and they sing. I do not wish to participate, because I believe they are
- all false. Therefore, I am not dissatisfied with my position.
- I have, after all, chosen it myself. My left arm hurts.
- Then, I hear someone calling for me, from inside the massive crowd. At
- first, I try to pretend that I am not aware of the voice. I try to cheat
- myself into the belief that it is not my name that is shouted. But I fail. My
- eyes begin to wander over the group of people. I see a person in the middle
- of it, looking at me, wanting me to join the crowd. How strange. I thought
- the shadows made me invisible.
- So I step out of the shadows and slowly make my way into the group. I am
- not alone anymore, yet without being a part of the personality of the crowd.
- But I fail to localize the person who called my name. I search and I search,
- but every time I have almost reached the person, she disappears farther into
- the crowd.
- She is trying to avoid me, and I cannot understand why. After all, she was
- the one who called my name. She wanted me to come, but at the same time not,
- I say to myself. And I just cannot understand why. My despair increases with
- every failed attempt to find the person. I blame the crowd for not letting me
- succeed; they push and pull me in different directions all the time.
- Suddenly, a thought pops into my mind: maybe the crowd does not exist?
- Perhaps I just believe it is there? And suddenly - as if an invisible flash
- of lightning had struck me - my mind opens up completely, my eyes see the
- truth. The crowd, the hunt, the failures, is understood to its fullest
- extent: it is my stigma, the tattoo I carved into my own arm in the belief
- that it would protect me, that now stops me from succeeding with my task of
- finding the person who called my name.
- Realizing this, the crowd vanishes. It is as if it had never existed. The
- only ones left are you and I. But you look away, avoiding meeting my eyes. As
- you turn around to flee deeper into the crowd - that now only exists in your
- own mind - I see that you carry the same stigma on your arm.
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