Excepting one finger, I am frozen. Unmoving and unmoved.
The cursor scrolls down selecting links at random, directionless.
“Parents starve child to death…”
“Miracle baby survives…”
“Police-related death sparks riots…”
Click, click, click.
Clicking. Hunting for meaning. I want to be filled with something; horror, beauty. Anything…
Anything to shrug off this paralysis.
The emptiness remains. Glutted on emotionless truth, filled with cold and hard facts.
I am numb from endless horrors and hollow beauty leaving only… indifference.
I connect to the world.
I connect to nothing.
Click. Click. Click.
…ok. This one got a little bleak.
(Word count: 100)
Welcome back to my blog for another Friday Fictioneer’s 100 word challenge with a prompt put forward from Rochelle’s blog (this link will take you to all the stories), although I wonder if it is ‘strictly legal’ as I’m not sure my post comes with a beginning, middle, and end. If that’s the case, then I apologise and understand if it gets removed from the story pool (no hard feelings Rochelle 🙂).
This might be another poem… Is it weird that I can’t be sure?
My ‘take’ on the prompt has a lot to do with what I was doing when I saw the picture. I was eating lunch, casually surfing the net, indifferently reading the various highs and lows (and very, very lows) in the news, on Facebook and on Twitter. I was struck mid-munch that I’d actually read a lot of really quite terrible news, and that if this stuff had happened to someone close to me, perhaps I wouldn’t be quite as nonchalant.
Contrast this news-apathy to my response to an artistic medium – a novel, a movie, music – all of which have the capacity to strike an emotional chord, even when fictional. The difference is (of course) the empathic connection you can get though a work of art, is not something you get through the news – which is frequently a reduction of events to mere facts absent the surrounding context.
So perhaps I was in this contemplative frame of mind when I saw the frozen flower, or perhaps the frozen flower influenced how I was seeing things… anyway, I guess I took ‘numb’ tangentially from frozen. I think so anyway.
Let me know what you think in the comments, and I promise I will try to read more links this week – last week was madness, so I didn’t get to as many as I hoped!
(Reading it again, I’m pretty sure this is a poem).