Music Of Silence (Chapter 8)

An old man was standing besides the lake, swinging his plastic fork enthusiastically rhyming a melancholy tone. You can noticed noodle leftovers stucked between the teeth of his fork. It was a dimming evening, sun shoving his radiance back to the opposite side of the earth. Murkish yellow poured across the sky, penetrated low-hung clouds and created fish-scale like shimmering of the lake surface. As you walk nearer, his tattered clothing flapped while wind blew. You approached him. He continued his singing, ignored the presence of a curious listener. You asked," Old man, what are you doing here? " He gave you a side-glance, and answered," You can't see what am I doing? I am conducting an orchestra! How dare you disrupt me!" You replied," Sorry, Mister, but I would like to ask you something..." You flipped open your purse, and took out a closeup snapshot of boy. In the picture, the boy was staring at the lens blankly. Nothing from the boy in the picture indicates any similarity inherited from his mother,who was you." Have you seen this boy wandering around here?" The old man wiped off his mucus with his collar, and started explaining his action:"You know what, the sun rises and falls everyday(pointing vaguely to some lightsource, which is a streetlamp actually) So when it complete it's oscillation around the sky, we will aged by a day.Well, since our life was your colgate toothpaste which little by little squeeze out time-whitish and heavenly delicious when you brush it on your mouldy bread and chew it-we will try as enjoyable as we can to multiply so that our reproduction rate will be faster than our decaying rate. In another word, fucking. As you can see,(he waved his hand to all direction, the noodle wiggled as he swing his fork) I am conducting the most respectable and saintly orchestra in the world.(sinister, no, innocent smile appeared on his face)imagine how many bodies adjoining themselves in this particular night?(his smile broadened)How many red lights are shining lustrously when people make love at this moment? Yes, I saw a teen boy and his girlfriend making love in this park yesterday(his manhood bulged)aiya, that is normal! I want to conduct this human orchestra!This natural orchestra!An orchestra free of life and death, of struggle and sorrow, of pain and consequences! An orchestra of purely lust and beauty of a human gesture!With everlasting yet a flash of climax with no thoughts of the beginning and the end! "(Ready to unzip his flyers) You shouted flasher.Joggers grabbed his hands and tied him to the nearby lamp pole.He was still mumbling to himself.Apparently he was drunk and on the verge of some erotic delusion.Of course, you don't understand what the hell he was talking about just now. Later, a police car arrived and the miserable old beggar was shoved into the car. Those curious passerby dispersed. You sat on the bench and cried. Hungry ants dragged that piece of noodles out of the plastic fork. Night.