The inhabitants of Egoland always lived in fear. They dreaded the pinpricks of reality that will deflate their ego filled heads. So they started taking extra care of their ego filled heads. They started wearing masks which were reality proof. Still wearers were wary of the deflateability of their egos. So they refused to step down from their ivory towers to avoid the risk of deflation. Soon they bloated up due to inactivity and filled their homes. They became trapped within their own mental frames. Now they long for that pinprick that will release them from their sad existence.
I have to write. Those were the words that escaped the dying man's lips. He was found lying unconscious near a mountain of blank paper. His autopsy revealed over exhaustion as the reason. But what did he want to write so badly that it killed him, no one knows. The task was designated to the junior cop who was part of the investigation team. Let's call him Namura. So here we are with Namura in a room with the mountain of blank paper. He is awed as to why should there be so many papers near a dying man. He picks a sheet on the top. He studies it. It's as blank as blank papers can be. No pencil or pen has violated its virgin whiteness. Namura thinks of the white bed sheets back home. He is tired. All he wants is to crash on his bed. He feels angry about the whole situation. Here I am, staring at a blank piece of paper, wondering why someone who wanted to write so badly didn't write a single word, while the whole world is sleeping on their comfy beds. He wanted to tear the ...
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