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Inqippajan National Park, Bryyl Province, Kuitentsyol
May 16th, 2010 - 6:54am
Was Marten lucky to experience this?
He was living on top of a fire lookout tower in the middle of nowhere. He'd just been woken up to an orange hue of sunlight blasting his eyes, with no buildings or anything concrete to block the sun. He had a stale cup of coffee lying on the table to the far right of the cabin; his 'fire finder' was in the middle of the cabin. And, well, his alarm was ringing. People would kill for this tranquility, to get away from the hustle and bustle of Nilamaat or Matortoq. Inqippajan National Park was a sight.
But... he had no one.
He missed his family. He took this job because he wanted to get away from it all - the menial office job in the downtown, the same cafe that he goes to everyday, and that everlonging need to do something, feel something that he wouldn't just brush off as a product of his daily life. He was looking for a kind of feeling that would perhaps awaken him to what he can do, what he could see but chose not to. He was hoping that his mind could recalibrate, refocus on the things that actually mattered to him - not his computer nor his work papers, but his mom and dad and...
No one.
He had no 'significant other'. It was a foreign idea to him, an almost unknown one, a desired quantity that never existed. His whole life could be defined as 'things that never were'. His life was hollow; imaginary, with no substance behind it. Behind his body was a void of nothing but idea, no thoughts nor memories of any love since high school, maybe. His whole life was spent without a girlfriend, someone that he loved. Perhaps the closest he ever had to a 'girlfriend' was her on the other side of the radio.
On the far end of the park, if he used his binoculars and pointed directly 90 degrees to the west, he would see the nearest fire lookout to him, designated 'Kathenou' (His was 'Enzilebrie'). The girl inside there was around the same age as him if he based her solely off her voice - he was in his upper 20s, she sounded maybe a bit younger than him by a year or two. At first, their radio was more friendship by convenience - but the girl had started to grow on him, and now the friendship was more normal platonic instead of just pure convenience. He could see himself keeping in touch with her even when either of them left their post eventually.
Based off their daily conversations, which involved staring off into the forest for hours (or at each other sometimes), she had escaped to the solace of the birch tree for as many the same reasons as he. Personal troubles; high-pressure life; needing to get on the local regional instead of the high-speed express. He knew what she meant, because he had the exact same reasons. He didn't think it was normal for either of them to be this self-reflective as young as they were.
Perhaps that's what made them come here in the first place? Sometimes, he wondered if fate planned all this for him.
The sun had risen a bit higher now. The orange turned brighter to the color of plastic cheese. Orangey-yellow, that's what it looked like. It's also what he felt like; like plastic. He was still getting used to the sleep schedule of a fire lookout. He hadn't seen any hint of a fire since moving in here about a month ago - he supposed the girl was here for longer than he.
It was so boring.
Being out in the middle of nowhere, his nearest electrical cable was probably a few kilometers away, so he limited himself to 5 minutes a day on his phone to save the battery. Somehow, there was signal out here - he didn't want to take it for granted, so his phone became more of a 'emergency use' device than a 'play dumb games' device. But god, it was so boring. He never realized just how addicted he was to the chokehold of the screen until this job he took. There's only so many times you can stare out at the same patch of trees, so many times you can talk with the cute girl over the radio, before it all gets monotonic. This whole interior thought, monotonic. Boring.
Did he just call her cute? Maybe it was his first real crush in about a decade or so.
He couldn't wait to see her one day.
May 16th, 2010 - 6:54am
Was Marten lucky to experience this?
He was living on top of a fire lookout tower in the middle of nowhere. He'd just been woken up to an orange hue of sunlight blasting his eyes, with no buildings or anything concrete to block the sun. He had a stale cup of coffee lying on the table to the far right of the cabin; his 'fire finder' was in the middle of the cabin. And, well, his alarm was ringing. People would kill for this tranquility, to get away from the hustle and bustle of Nilamaat or Matortoq. Inqippajan National Park was a sight.
But... he had no one.
He missed his family. He took this job because he wanted to get away from it all - the menial office job in the downtown, the same cafe that he goes to everyday, and that everlonging need to do something, feel something that he wouldn't just brush off as a product of his daily life. He was looking for a kind of feeling that would perhaps awaken him to what he can do, what he could see but chose not to. He was hoping that his mind could recalibrate, refocus on the things that actually mattered to him - not his computer nor his work papers, but his mom and dad and...
No one.
He had no 'significant other'. It was a foreign idea to him, an almost unknown one, a desired quantity that never existed. His whole life could be defined as 'things that never were'. His life was hollow; imaginary, with no substance behind it. Behind his body was a void of nothing but idea, no thoughts nor memories of any love since high school, maybe. His whole life was spent without a girlfriend, someone that he loved. Perhaps the closest he ever had to a 'girlfriend' was her on the other side of the radio.
On the far end of the park, if he used his binoculars and pointed directly 90 degrees to the west, he would see the nearest fire lookout to him, designated 'Kathenou' (His was 'Enzilebrie'). The girl inside there was around the same age as him if he based her solely off her voice - he was in his upper 20s, she sounded maybe a bit younger than him by a year or two. At first, their radio was more friendship by convenience - but the girl had started to grow on him, and now the friendship was more normal platonic instead of just pure convenience. He could see himself keeping in touch with her even when either of them left their post eventually.
Based off their daily conversations, which involved staring off into the forest for hours (or at each other sometimes), she had escaped to the solace of the birch tree for as many the same reasons as he. Personal troubles; high-pressure life; needing to get on the local regional instead of the high-speed express. He knew what she meant, because he had the exact same reasons. He didn't think it was normal for either of them to be this self-reflective as young as they were.
Perhaps that's what made them come here in the first place? Sometimes, he wondered if fate planned all this for him.
The sun had risen a bit higher now. The orange turned brighter to the color of plastic cheese. Orangey-yellow, that's what it looked like. It's also what he felt like; like plastic. He was still getting used to the sleep schedule of a fire lookout. He hadn't seen any hint of a fire since moving in here about a month ago - he supposed the girl was here for longer than he.
It was so boring.
Being out in the middle of nowhere, his nearest electrical cable was probably a few kilometers away, so he limited himself to 5 minutes a day on his phone to save the battery. Somehow, there was signal out here - he didn't want to take it for granted, so his phone became more of a 'emergency use' device than a 'play dumb games' device. But god, it was so boring. He never realized just how addicted he was to the chokehold of the screen until this job he took. There's only so many times you can stare out at the same patch of trees, so many times you can talk with the cute girl over the radio, before it all gets monotonic. This whole interior thought, monotonic. Boring.
Did he just call her cute? Maybe it was his first real crush in about a decade or so.
He couldn't wait to see her one day.