Wednesday, April 4, 2007

Prologue
It is now the fourth of April, 2007, 12:15pm. Polaris just returned from his second university class of the day, quite hungry and tired. His teacher addressed the class and for half an hour she went on about how horribly she was treated while attempting to get her PhD abroad, was almost in tears by the end of it. Many students missed the point, many more didn't care; Polaris already knew the difficulties faced by a middle-eastern person trying to get a PhD abroad, especially in a 150 year-old university in England.

Perhaps the most shocking thing Polaris heard from that speech is what the Chairperson of the English Department in that English university told my english teacher back then: "Wow, an eastern woman who can think"

Be glad that Polaris was not there at that incident, for he would have proceeded to rip off that person's throat.

Polaris is through and through a humanist, beleiving that all men and women, black or white, eastern or western, are equally human and have equal rights and potentials, and does not tolerate anything said otherwise.

Moving on, it is now 12:23pm and Polaris is getting more hungry. He looks to his right and at his bed, all made and tidy, pillows and all. The only things on it is his TV remote and his mobile phone, both black against the blue covers. Further right is his shelf full of assorted stuff; glass statuettes, greek vases, photos, a ship in a bottle, and so forth. Above that is Polaris's rather large dreamcatcher, which has been up there for quite a while Polaris forgot when he had bought it.

Polaris looks again at the bed... oh how he longs to take a doze... and moreso to have someone by his side as he does.



It's 12:30pm and Polaris just brought some eggs to eat, particularly juicy looking fried eggs, four of them, all of which will be devoured now. So Polaris is done now with posting and takes a deep long sigh, breathing in the scent of the hot eggs.

Polaris bids you good day and to you (you know yourself) does this: