Crow/Raven: Occidental Court(s)

A Christian dentist in a dark-city crafts sportsmanship-medicine but finds evil-challenge in the form of a bad-girl ('Raven'), requiring complete knowledge.

A dystopian portrait, set in modern America. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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Amlan Satan, a cool Slovak-Algerian inner-city dentist, had decided to seize Selfie-control of the dark city of non-invisible criminality and insanity and became a double-life ID work as a heroic/idealist youth-basketball choreographer for troubled-youth and children seeking sportsmanship-windows escapism in an American Homeland 'pocket' boasting anything but social media civility for everyday/overground normality for the Ego! He quickly gained the repute of being a sort of double-personality eye-glass man of great double-work energies for medicine...and sports-kinesthesia (Facebook-like!).

JOURNALIST: This is classic American arts.

MR. SATAN: Thanx, for this cyber-interview, friend.

JOURNALIST: So, you're some 'raven' for coupling medicine/fitness life?

MR. SATAN: That's such great truth, and I need the streets-gossip, no?

JOURNALIST: We're all up in our cubbies thinkin' you're like Peter Pan.

MR. SATAN: Dentistry was my life, in this challenged city; it needed IQ.

JOURNALIST: Why kids-basketball, Mister Satan?

MR. SATAN: There's something arty about the concrete-game for crows.

JOURNALIST: Have you thought about adapting this trumpet (for us)?

MR. SATAN: I'm not a writer, or painter, or film-maker...no (ha).

JOURNALIST: Any premonition of a dark-hurdle or real evil challenge?

MR. SATAN: Crow's my call; and it's humble and classic American art.

JOURNALIST: Facebook-like!

All was well in a Paradise-Found, for Mr. Amlan Satan, great medicine-man and sage of sports-concrete imagination in his dark inner-city requiring incomplete-arts of things of human-language. His youth-basketball project for daytime/night-time games inviting parents/sponsors got enough-clap to warrant a city-investment of street-court night-vision lamps for kids to think adult-supervision for recreational fitness education/coaching was somehow miraculously sane. That was all true...until a messenger from the dark side of consciousness invaded his pocket of the city, calling herself the Raven...relentlessly intent on making his youth-coach double-ID life a real serious challenge (damn). Raven's origins remained unknown, and she prowled around Satan's b-ball court with a toy-Halloween axe and a megaphone and administered awful words (e.g., "God's plan for man always finds 'contact' with bad-angels of bad language, like me, Earthlings!"). Would Mr. Satan defeat Raven (with kids armed with water-guns)...for a complete art-restoration worth Holy Water (and kinesthesia)? What do you think (for doubt)?

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)