modern art

A little brown man with an overgrown beard lay masturbating under a tree near the modern art gallery. It disturbed him that he was attached to a ticking time bomb , and if he stopped masturbating, the bomb would explode taking with it all of humanity.

He was saving humanity; and there were people who were helping him in his mission, these agents that were fairer than he was, agents that dropped by and put a hundred in his pocket-affirming his noble selfless task. Sometimes they offered food, and this was how they payed respect, which he ate with his right hand.

Nodding wisely, he would go about his task from morning to evening, and then keep vigil all night making sure he did not sleep, because the world would explode if he were to sleep- and future, or none thereof, scared the shit out of him.

Little did he know that were he to sleep, the world that would explode would be his own world...a world that he had created in his mind, a world that affirmed the balance that he knew and no one else dared to find out. His belief was his alone, and a belief that had stood the test of time. tick tick tick went the bomb, stopping sometimes when he lost his concentration, and the scare the silence would create brought him back to his wits. He knew he could not stop doing it, because then the sound would stop, humanity would blame him for the leak.

He hated the sound of time passing by, and he hated that he was chosen to bare this numbing responsibility. Sure it was not easy to get to it, but he had traded his death to satisfy his curiosity,,,,and now that he knew, he no longer served the purpose of the system, he no longer served the cause effect cycle- and therefore he would be thrown out of the system; unless he served it-knowingly.

It had all begun with a simple question-why. all he did was to ask the why's of everything, and he had found it when he completed the circle of his own thoughts. Looking back, he knew he shouldn't have played around with the whys , because without his why's , the world had been perfectly normal. He shouldn't have asked the questions because he had realized that there is an answer to everything except one question- it was this final question that had turned his world upside down...he had asked the purpose of his existence.