Mind Dome: Crystal/Fire

A bright-writer at a 'hostel' of sorts seeking escape from deep-words is engaged by an eccentric costumed fan insisting he explore a 'cinema' of knight-thought.

A pseudo-psychiatric portrait of a writer's unusual experience while seeking escapism. 

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Mr. Amlan Satan thought he found the right sabbatical atmosphere at his labeled 'hostel' (the Courtyard), where his prepaid long-term stay would afford him some mental psyche healing time to streamline his bizarre thoughts as a world-politics writer once-focusing on the strain created by random struggles throughout history and across varied pockets of Earth like China and events like the Mexican-American War. Well, at the Courtyard, he met a dangerous woman, a radical heretic who was his neighbor and who'd keep insisting she let him into his room so she could show him her newest costume. This stranger lady, Danica, insisted she bring him some crystal-materialism frailty 'consciousness' about Earthlings, since she was secretly one of his biggest fans. He felt confused but honestly honored and couldn't help letting her show her costumes to him and engaging in chats with her late-night (Selfie-like).

DANICA: This hostel is our haven for mind-dome constructions, prince.

MR. SATAN: Sure, ok.

DANICA: Think of the astral-lines of mental focus on light and darkness!
MR. SATAN: That's ironically what I came here to escape, Danica, but right.

DANICA: Think of the brain-weary strings plucked by man's IQ of city pits, prince.

MR. SATAN: Right, city-stories, like those of Upton Sinclair, or Edith Wharton, ok.

DANICA: We've the mind-dome here constructed to patch-though Heaven/Hell!

DANICA: What you make of this costume, prince?
MR. SATAN: Quite bizarre, Danica, ok...a combat anti-heroine of sorts, no?

DANICA: Think of the struggles of sovereignty/claims between China-Japan.

MR. SATAN: I've read of it, sure, ok.

DANICA: Man, I feel like this chat-time for us has been forays into the Inferno!

MR. SATAN: I can't doubt it, but it's what I came here to escape (insanity!).

DANICA: Surely, you'd recount these 'sessions' cleats for some future-write, prince.

MR. SATAN: Maybe, maybe, maybe...if this doesn't make stark crystal/fire holes.

DANICA: Holes in the head is what chat is about, for indulgence of life-sculpture.

MR. SATAN: Wow...that's deep for doubt (hmmm).
DANICA: Selfie-like!

STORY_EXCERPT: "The writing 'prince' stared at his transparent-design watch and wondered about his time at the mental-center with an eccentric patient who infused him an almost-cinema view of things of Selfie-explorations, of life's weirdness, Earthling gibberish, the eye-of-dualisms, and the sincere mind-dome worry that behind every patch of simple beauty crystals, there was a living moving picture of things of the heat of know (for the Ego and doubt too)."

"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)