The Parallel World

P, usually stand with P and nothing more. She is a fictional character, as flat as a fictional character and as abundance as she is anyone. Sometimes the author, which is P herself, considers P as the metaphysical, abstract self. P lives in the dreams of P, in the neural firing of the brain of P, in the collection of atoms that construct the physical presence of P. There is P within P within P. All of it is P herself, and none of it is P herself.

Perhaps the existence is close to the idea of a parallel world, a parallel universe where we are incapable of observing yet. Or perhaps, even closer to the notion of all preferable possibilities that due to certain restrictions and attachments with real life that cannot be performed.

But let’s not go into too much details, as you follow her journey you will understand.

It started with a bench.

It is a world constructed with roads. Countless interwoven roads that changes periodically. People in this world live as nomads on the roads. They move up and down, left and right on the road depending on their mood and where the road leads to. Sometimes, there will be a bench on the side of the road. And sometimes, there will be someone occupying the bench for a long while. They are the observers.

Anyone can take the role of observers. It doesn’t necessary means that the observers have choose to be immobile. In this world, everything is relative. One’s position is defined by the others since nothing stays static. For a person to meet another person, they either have to bump into each other accidentally, or they have to be within each other’s sight and move towards each other intentionally. There is no a specific address that you can visit, nor mail delivered.

So P was on a bench. She loves the bench. She loves to observe. In fact, observing is her motivation of existence.

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