Feceof's cafe

Feceof: And another two wanderers coming into this minor stop in life? Come, sit down, dry yourself, and have some coffee. It's my pride.

Momo: Thanks. It's not common to see a cafe so far out in the middle of nowhere, along some windy path. Nonetheless I appreciate there being shelter from the rain.

Feceof: Well, you're under shelter now, so relax a bit. Drink some of this. The man over there can guarantee its quality.

Eisregen: Indeed, it's a magnificent brew. I really must count myself lucky for chancing upon such wonderful coffee.

Feceof: Haha, thank you for the praise. Go ahead and have some more while you hide from the rain.

Momo: I'm sure we shall. It paints much colour into the bleak grey sky, and I'd hardly be able to appreciate much of nature in that rain. There was less of serenity and more of sadness in that rain, and I thank this place for changing that.

Eisregen: Who can you blame? It is the monsoon. The skies cry out with sadness and their tears spread all across the land. All who see their tears absorb their sadness, grey in a melancholic state, just like the crying sky.

Aoi: ...sora wa naiteinai mou... sora wa haiiro janai wayo...

Momo: Do the skies really cry? Is it not the clouds who carry the rain? Not the water which ascends to the sun? It is they instead who cry. People turn their heads and see the grey clouds blocking the sky, and they mistake it as such. How could the all-encompassing sky ever feel grey? What a great responsibility it has! All look up to the everblue sky for hope, what time does it have to break the happiness and hope of everyone? It is rather the clouds that block it, the passing clouds that cast their rain upon the lands, and soon go along their path towards elsewhere, revealing once again the vastness of the everblue sky.

Eisregen: Is it not as good as grey when the clouds triumph over them? That one time where a man is caught in the rain is a victory already, for that is enough time for emotions to change.

Momo: That's you, one who sits by himself, idly watching the rain fall in one single place, never moving. Whyever you ended up in this cafe is not my business, but if you aren't moving much further you will never be able to appreciate the wind, being stuck in this world of yours. I travel towards a town where what descends is angelic and pristine, not a world of self-reflected emotions, but have you even heard of such? Would the frozen rain ever understand the feelings of anything? ...nevermind. Aoi, let us go. We must be off or we shall not make it before the festival.

Aoi: ...datte...

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Man. I wrote this in 3 seatings, which is why this is so abrupt, so switch-topicy and so on. Meh, I think I tried too hard.

Albert and Innocia

Innocia: Look Albert, Christmas decorations! It's that merry time again!

Albert: Sure looks that way. But rather early, isn't it? Just the beginning of November and the seasons are greeting already? Feels kinda awkward.

Innocia: Who cares? Take it like a countdown to presents and feasts and other nice stuff! You just have to look optimistic. I hope I get alot of toys this Christmas!

Albert: I suppose I could, just without the toys. Hey, look. A church in the middle of the shopping district; that's rare. And the architecture looks so oldern too...

Innocia: Albert, why don't they have Christmas decorations as well? I mean, Christmas comes from church. If everyone else is celebrating beforehand, why not them?

Albert: Well, Christmas is more than just presents, toys, feasts and Santa Claus, Inno. While the decorations are up, they're for shoppers who care about the more materialistic aspect of Christmas. You'd probably see decorations on churches when it's closer to Christmas, say 'round 20th December or so?

Innocia: Wow, that's deep, and I don't get what materialistic means. But essentially they want to celebrate the more important things, right?

Albert: Well, I guess you can look at it that way. Some people go as far as to say that the important things are the only things that matter, and everything else is irrelevent.

The Salesman: That would indeed be so. The decorations, along with those other foolish things going on are indeed irrelevent lies intended to decieve people from the truth.

Albert: Who're you?!

The Salesman: Someone out to pass the truth on to everyone, be they the elderly, the working, or like you, the youth.

Albert: So you're from that church. Thank you, but we have to be on our way.

The Salesman: You're just trying to escape.

Albert: From what?

The Salesman: The truth. You're afraid because you can't take the truth; it's just too much for someone like you, isn't it? You're scared. Scared of accepting the fact that all those presents everyone's carrying around are just mere distractions from the true importance of Christmas.

Innocia: They are? (Albert: ...)

The Salesman: Yes, they are. Christmas is being defiled by people like you, materialistic brats who just look at money. And all those damn entreprenuers take advantage of that and make you waste it in the name of Christmas. They drive you away from the churches and towards the malls, while we are stranded behind with nothing except drivers offering us a ride up the wall.

Innocia: ...you're scary...

The Salesman: Of course! The truth never looked kind and friendly to fools, did it? Turn now, child, to the light, such that the glitter of money no longer shines in comparison to the bright radiance you face away from!

Albert: Leave him alone! She's just a child!

The Salesman: Move away! She must cast away the facade of illusions and come towards me! Only then will she receive true peace and enlightenment. It is just a step away!

Albert: Innocia, you can stop clinging onto me and hiding behind my back now. We're going somewhere else, away from these kind of freaks.

(Albert and Innocia leave amidst shouting from the salesman, who stops and finds a teenage couple walking along a similar street and begins talking to them. Albert and Innocia then enter a mall.)

Albert: Well, let's just eat lunch first before we continue walking around, shall we, Innocia? ...Innocia? Man, she got lost again.

So begins November.

So sian that I don't wanna blog. But then again, nothing's really wrong with me in the first place. Wonder why.