The Girl with Shelf

Fictional story of a stranger with capitalism-IQ finding stranger vision of things of Blue-Planet jar shining (for all).

A world paranoia story/fiction. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/interpretations).

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Amlan had been working on a special personal mission ops for swaps of diamonds with replicas designed post-snapshots inside merchant-hubs because of tracks of conflict-zone gems mining zone extraction/exploitation for black market 'rogue' intelligence and saw his life turned inside a Target department store in the Halloween season of pre-Xmas consumerism 'jitters' of the Ego. Follow along, friends (Facebook-like!).

Friends, inside the department store on a bright October Sunday afternoon, Amlan was greeted by a woman, a female shopper, with what seemed to be glowing green eyes. She approached him while he was perusing the laptops in the consumer electronics area and whispered, "My eyes are green for envy, for your cinema intelligence visage there, good-fellow (ha)."

Well, maybe had 'IQ' for making a green-envy eye comment for a personage of Amlan; for he really was something like a self-made (or 'poised') James Bond character of eco-capitalism wonder(s); but why her eyes were glowing it seemed irrational to this 'prince' of Earth realm (hmmm). Was this Facebook-like (for the Ego)?

"Note-to-Self (iPhone)': "I'd been in airports and maybe feel a world traveling vertigo of consciousness drawing me to a glowing-eye vision inside this store; and I have to wonder if I'm going insane or being contacted by a spy/Martian lady with some intelligence examination (Facebook-like)."

WOMAN: Maybe I'm a vampire, good-fellow.

AMLAN: What's this?

WOMAN: Maybe I want to know of your life (incomplete).

AMLAN: Are you a ghost or something?

WOMAN: Are you Prince Hamlet, good-fellow (hmmm)?

AMLAN: Why're your eyes glowing, miss?

WOMAN: Maybe you're dreaming, good-fellow?

AMLAN: This is frightener's tale, isn't it?

WOMAN: Maybe I'm Interpol (ha).

Amlan didn't know what to think, but he sure felt the vertigo of it (all!). What happened inside that Target store remains a mystery to the 'good-fellow' of our 'fare-rich' Blue-Planet of incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of manmade bureaucracy-arts for the Ego (hmmm). Was the woman who whispered to him a ghost or alien or something he hallucinated for his personal demons of labor/duty? What did she want (with him)? Amlan decided to become a writer and leave-behind his life/work(s)...and maybe that's the 'gift' he'd give us (all!) for some incomplete-arts 'IQ' for things capitalism and jars-shaded (ok).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)