Wandering Around Galeries de la Capitale in a Semi-Conscious State
Surgeon General’s Warning: May contain traces of reality. This is flash fiction.
On a long Saturday afternoon, I found myself wandering around Galeries de la Capitale in a state of semi-consciousness.
By state of semi-consciousness, I mean a state at which you are aware you are not conscious but not much else, or one where you seem to be mindlessly navigating like a somnambulist across a crowded mall, without knowing if you’re headed in the right direction, or not aware if there even is a right direction. I’m still amazed I didn’t bump into anyone.
To outsiders, it must have seemed pretty strange. An average-looking guy with Asianesque traits, trembling and soaked in his own sweat, wandering around an awkward hybrid of a mall and amusement park. Some might even say it was a disgusting sight. But I didn’t care because I wasn’t even there.
While I was being led around by my subconscious, several questions entered my mind. Not things like “why did I push myself so far that I lost consciousness?” or “will this have an impact on my brain for the future?”, those only came later as I came to.
No. These questions were about the urges and desires I had suppressed. “Does Em like me?” “Why have I been suppressing these feelings I’ve had for her for so long?” “Will I regret living the rest of my life this way?”
All valid questions. All of which I don’t have answers for.
