Bostonian - Express

A 'random' vignette about human curiosities and 'intelligence' drawing an image of pure Earth-race excellence.

A dioramic 'fable' about encounters with intrigue leading to potential darkness in our post-9/11 era 'midst' and (very loosely!) inspired by the 'gripping' film The Terrorist, which I hope you'll like.

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction and social-drama offers no commercial/legal ties to the US-city of Boston (Massachusetts) and all images used herein therefore comprise a purely 'personal' work/exercise of social direction. 

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A stranger fellow came into Boston (New England) and began to wander around taking in the pedestrian traffic with his smartphone-camera and dressing in stylish clothing but sometimes saying strange things while walking down the street or in the park (e.g., "The revolution for the proletariat's airing on Super Bowl Sunday!"); he was overheard by passerby who began to surmise/suspect this 'stranger prince' was perhaps/arguably an 'invading' roaming infiltration-artist...or terrorist (threatening the 'haven' of New England's iconic folk-trafficked city). Follow along, friends.

AMLAN SATAN (Protagonist/Bostonian): "What a 'joy' to wander with a phone-camera with street-IQ gestures/comments for pedestrians to overhear and comment on in social-media, to cast me as a Bostonian 'principal-messenger' of the modern Earth capitalist traffic race of 'extra-ordinary' personality (ha)."

Was this 'prince' wanderer and newborn Bostonian, a man who seemed to be living off some inherited fortunes and living in a nice Boston apartment while spending afternoons for these 'existential walks' with comments/messages for social-media users/surfer, 'truly' some kind of infiltrations-artist or dangerous 'radical'...or perhaps even a terrorist? One young lady spotted him sitting on the park-bench in Boston reading Ellison's searing work on the living quality of political-consciousness and wondered what this 'micro-celebrity' was (literally) thinking (hmm).

YOUNG LADY: Do you visit Harvard-Square for those table-chess games, stranger?
AMLAN SATAN: I'd be shocked if you noticed me in the park or on social-media/somewhere for IQ!

YOUNG LADY: This is indeed a nice park (Boston)?
AMLAN SATAN: I'm actually a fan of social-media/chess (e.g., Facebook-chess), but why'd you ask?
YOUNG LADY: I'd 'wind' of a 'stranger-fellow' wandering the streets with politics on the brain, man.

AMLAN SATAN: Well...even if I'm not the man-of-question...I do love chess...and Boston (thanks).

YOUNG LADY: Alright!

The truth was Amlan Satan was a diamond-thief, not a terrorist. He'd been 'wandering' Boston streets in search of the tracks of a 'dangerous' black-market diamond baron with ties to Sierra Leone 'conflict-zones' and hoped to draw some insurance-media gibberish 'interest' to the Baron's social-media exposure with a very funny gem-store gesture about the politics of terrorism-financing, perhaps to draw in some 'dashing' Harvard/Boston student of capitalism-journalism for this tale of a city press (wow).

JEWELRY-STORE MANAGER (Gus): He just walked in, this stranger-fellow, and swapped pieces in here!

JOURNALIST: You 'gifted' him a bracelet to hold, belonging to Baron Goldfinger, and he swapped it?

GUS: Yeah...I think the Baron's in some social-media stunt-operation/press regarding insurance-chess.

JOURNALIST: This 'fellow' wasn't the 'terrorist-suspect' wandering the streets reported by Bostonians?

GUS: I doubt it (but I'm really unsure).

JOURNALIST: Thanks, good man.

GUS: Hey, it's all Boston here.

The journalist who interviewed our unnerved gem-store owner tied to Baron Goldfinger, our 'blood-diamond bishop' of Boston, found Amlan Satan in the Boston Park reading Peter Pan.

JOURNALIST: Are you a terrorist, Mr. Satan?
AMLAN: No...I'm Peter Pan (incarnate on Earth, lady!).

JOURNALIST: Ha...wait...you're serious.

AMLAN: I'm seeing a psychiatrist who doesn't believe me either.

JOURNALIST: I've reason to believe you're the 'suspect' in the Gus-Goldfinger gem-insurance splash.

AMLAN: It's all Boston in here, lady.

JOURNALIST: Maybe you're just a random 'philosopher-poet' in Boston Park, but you think you're Pan?
AMLAN: I can't prove it...but let me gift you my book (with liner-notes); read it and see if you doubt!

JOURNALIST: Alright (I guess).

AMLAN: I'll be here (tomorrow at noon).

JOURNALIST: Alright!

Of course, Amlan Satan departed for Zurich for Interpol-relation exchanges regarding Goldfinger's unholy forays into New England gem-market insurance media, and fortunately for the good Bostonians of the United States, gem-terrorism financing had seen a 'serious' block in the form of a very funny 'antics'-stunt involving this street-walking social-media gibberish 'artist' of Boston (ha). Who doesn't love Facebook, right?

AMLAN SATAN: Blood diamond-corruption threatens gem-capitalism and depresses social-media consumers (today).

Before the 'Prince' departed for Euro-works, he enjoyed a Boston-pizza and courted the affections of a very attractive Irish waitress named Olivia who seemed fascinated by his love of Peter Pan! You see, friends, Amlan Satan really did believe he was Peter Pan, incarnate on Earth, working as a 'James Bond' of the diamond-world, and perhaps this pizza-joint 'encounter' with Olivia would make this Bostonian 'damsel' feel like Wendy herself (hmm).

AMLAN SATAN: James Bond work today invokes images of 'ancient' land-politics of fortune-driven chess-storytelling, and today's agents of the underground may well be the modern poets/madmen we 'need' to fill the void(s) of 'true' anarchy, and hopefully restore/strengthen post-9/11 era Earth-distances.

That diamond bracelet Satan found/swapped for Goldfinger's piece ended up creating a 'New England splash' regarding social-media commentary for stone insurance examinations (wow).

WAITRESS: You're 'gifting' me a Tom Brady rookie-card, before departing for the Alps?
AMLAN: I sure am...this is a secret game I'm playing....between you and me (lady!).

WAITRESS: How...romantic.

AMLAN: Maybe I'll see you someday...for Swiss chocolate/cheese/chips.

That Bostonian 'damsel' (our waitress!) ended up becoming a fashion-model figure, and though she'd never make it to the Swiss-Alps to reunite with her 'stranger courtier' from Boston, she'd never forget all that 'jazz' about the quality of modern commerce-life rattlesnake noise concerning the detectives of today's defenders against the terrorism-threat to 'basic' American hospitality...and dough/daydreams.

"Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone" (John Maynard Keynes).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)