2014-2015, Short Story

Hooker

Featured in the 2014 Fall Issue of Rambunctious

By Akbar Qahar, ’17

I remember when I relied on no one. When I would just wander the streets looking for a home on someone’s shoulder. My main supply of food being 7/11’s and gas stations. Oh, the gas stations. All the trucks that stopped by looking for fuel, or a little extra. Being in the middle of the desert doesn’t attract many people. I, however, love it. I love how you can see for miles. How the sunset bleeds over the dry grass and distant plateaus. I love the motorcycle gangs that sail thunderously through the ocean of heat.  I watch and join. I like to think of myself as an outsider, observing mankind and all of its maddening behavior. I am an observer. Destined for something greater. I am not my own person, but rather belong to the world. I belong to history. My happiness is that least important thing when it comes to the entirety of the universe. My role is to contribute. To be a part of something bigger. Bigger than gas stations, deserts, the highway, motorcycles, and the sky. I will do what I have to. Love whomever I have to love. Leave and abandon whomever I have to leave and abandon. You might not think this is the mind of someone sane, but rather the mind of someone who is completely and utterly psychotic. Perhaps I am. Or perhaps I’m just a new generation of human or something completely different. Something that strives for the preservation of oneself, for everyone else.

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