Somewhere in the depths of the city, a genius sits on a rooftop, watching the stars fade, and the sun rise again.
He’s smarter than words can even try to explain, but the idea of beauty alludes him. As hard as he tries, he cannot grasp it.
He stares intently, trying to see beyond the sky, trying to see the importance that it hides. Trying to see what he thinks the dreamers see, metaphors like the stars diamonds, on black velvet sky, or the moon a giant pearl.
But he just can’t.
When he looks at the sky, the stars, the sun, he can only see what they are, what they are supposed to be. Sources of light. Dead, burning rocks echoing their light back to earth. The sun just another star, that will one day die, and take so-called humanity with it.
He knows too much.
He’s seen too much
He’s seen so much more than he’s ever seen.
Alone of the rooftop, he contemplates whether he could actually be alone. He cannot see another living soul out there, just the sky stretched endlessly in front of him, inviting him on a journey he can’t ever take.
He wonders for a minute in the end of the world had come over night while he sat there. As if he is the only person left, he can’t see anyone else. Silly thoughts, he thinks for someone who’s supposed to be so smart.
But then, he hears them.
And all the thoughts, all the secrets, won’t leave him alone even isolated on the rooftop.
He’s smarter than words can even try to explain, but the idea of beauty alludes him. As hard as he tries, he cannot grasp it.
He stares intently, trying to see beyond the sky, trying to see the importance that it hides. Trying to see what he thinks the dreamers see, metaphors like the stars diamonds, on black velvet sky, or the moon a giant pearl.
But he just can’t.
When he looks at the sky, the stars, the sun, he can only see what they are, what they are supposed to be. Sources of light. Dead, burning rocks echoing their light back to earth. The sun just another star, that will one day die, and take so-called humanity with it.
He knows too much.
He’s seen too much
He’s seen so much more than he’s ever seen.
Alone of the rooftop, he contemplates whether he could actually be alone. He cannot see another living soul out there, just the sky stretched endlessly in front of him, inviting him on a journey he can’t ever take.
He wonders for a minute in the end of the world had come over night while he sat there. As if he is the only person left, he can’t see anyone else. Silly thoughts, he thinks for someone who’s supposed to be so smart.
But then, he hears them.
And all the thoughts, all the secrets, won’t leave him alone even isolated on the rooftop.
- Unmask: The Secret Lives Of Superheroes
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