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Thursday, 1 November 2007

The Existence of Empathy

Sanya was trying to make a song inspired with the concept of suffering to wishful, beautiful certainty on a very gloomy, vivid nightly, and humid, more like pestilence-stricken face of the sky. She was in the living room in front of the computer, turning her back on the room and facing the kitchen. She was with her mother, who was going back and forth from her to the kitchen while her father is in the kitchen, cooking. Beside her were two animals, Kevin the dog and Samjoh the cat-dog.

Suddenly, the dark-purple sky with its grungy gray clouds formed a what seemed to be a running enormous rabbit followed by a small rabbit-like layered clouds. The phenomenon made the favored undistinguished brown-black-white dog-cat go out of the wrecked and poorly-constructed door (can never be distinctive as a decent door). It was followed by Kevin the dog, a black and white puny old dog having three black spots, island-like, on his back making a somewhat figure of the Philippines. Kevin the dog chose not to go out, but just to peep at the outside. Samjoh made himself belong to the cats left outside.

Sanya was holding the dog-cat not to run and follow the cloud rabbit figure, until then suddenly she turned to let the dog cat ran instinctively running in circles and quite realizing nothing was there to be followed anymore, as the cloud rabbit figure ran away from the sight. The sky didn't change its color, but the rabbits were nowhere to be found.

They went inside, the cats still staying and staring at nothingness outside. The event went blurred and Sanya continued to create a song. Then her father appeared, n rage. Her father threw away his anger to the animals. The two pets went under Sanya's computer table, where she was attempting to make her song in the living room, facing the kitchen. Her father started pulling a chair, favoring the dog-cat, and put its legs in between Kevin the dog's body. He started scratching it painfully. Sanya told her that not to do it again and again that she lost her voice, leaving a burdened feeling in the throat. Her mother was just staring. Her father stopped when Sanya scratched his back with her pointy nails; for the first time, she had the urge to fight. Doing this in front her, her father went back to the kitchen, throwing some dibs of sufficiency to the dog-cat and leaving Kevin the dog into hoping an answer for his faithfulness. The building generations erupted Kevin the dog to sleep outside the house.

Kevin the Dog

She remembered, far away from the hideous and mysterious subconscious that Kevin the dog was always patient and waiting. Yet because of his instinctive fear and whole-heart kindness, he never blooms out and the others will always be on the approved side. Kevin the dog was abandoned yet he still loved. He loved the wrongly forsaken and now what doubled the sin of his unappreciative companions. Kevin the dog died of aggressive and excessive unfathomable common summer phenomenon, which can be helped and assisted, but chosen not to for human comfort.

Sanya wasn't able to helped, conforming and making a mistake before her gift of empathy. She will never forget how faithful Kevin the dog was and even how the little instinctive being made her remember herself. It was an odd lesson. Kevin the dog became a childish adult to her, wanting heart over the mind. But she forgot about the song that she wrote. It turned out to be a mournful Monday throughout the dawn. It was an opaque view to a disturbed reality.

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