The Harpist

     It is said, that a night stroll on a lonely road, is always a good place to start. It is not known, who said it, why and when. But Origo always likes it. That’s why, tonight, he is here. The road ahead seems long enough that you can walk along it and die. Origo doesn't care how far it may take him. He is proceeding perhaps to an unknown destination, which he doesn't even want to reach. The night, the road and this walk, is all that matters to Origo. While walking, he looked at the concrete road. He wondered, compared to his weight, if all this road would "react" on him, and Origo attains some great velocity, he might easily reach heaven. It'lln't be that far, then. But, sadly, the roads doesn't seem to react, rather they're lying beneath his feet, lifeless, as if nothing actually matters. Then suddenly, an endless array of roadlights found his notice. For sometan90' reason, Origo fancies roadlights a lot. And, surely, roadlights are fascinating creatures.They stand still always, upon a path, the beginning and end of which, they don't care for. They're bright. That’s all Origo needs for tonight. He surpassed many of them, during which he built an empire of thoughts. Origo thinks a lot. His thoughts are mostly about himself. Manytimes, during these 18 years of his life, he wondered, what about the day when he was born, how he felt and what about that day, when he'll die and how will that feel. These're the 2 feelings, he has always craved to feel. He still does. Perhaps, this walk tonight will quench his thirst, he might be able to feel everything. The night is cold, his warm breathes blurring the air in front of him, for instances and the process goes on. He is still walking. He looked at his wrist-watch, it is not working. "Shit! Why do I always forget to fix this crap!" he sweared, loud enough, that even the forest, which is rumored to lie somewhere ahead, the beasts living inside, like those hooting owls, must have heard it. If one has to ever fancy a bird, Origo chooses owl. Owls look so different and since they look so owlish, Origo's plan for having one as pet, seems suddenly legit. Anyways, as his watch is broken, he has no idea how long he has been walking for, and how late it is. Walking, while such a moment is surpassing, Origo is sure about one thing: either it's just the beginning of the night, or it is never going to end. Origo has only one way to know, to walk, until he stops…

      Perhaps a long time has passed. Yeah, long enough to kill somebody, with all the necessities to live. And since, Origo is much too curious about these two very feelings, everything ends up like this. All this while, he was looking at the road, underneath, slipping backwards, slowly, below his converse-laden feet. But, the road, now, upon which he is standing, seems to be a lot different than all the others he has seen in life. At this moment, Origo can think of only one thing: 18 years isn't enough to let him know all the roads in the universe. This time, he looked up. The straightening of his head made his hood slid backwards. Everything suddenly seems so bizarre. Even the roadlights. Now the roadlights aren't just glowing upon one single never-would-end road. Now, Origo has choices. Somebody once said, we always have a choice. And, the fun part is, Origo has 3! Yes. The road which seemed different, now seems rather radical. It's a square. The center of a cross. The heart, to which four roads have net. Okay, so now Origo has a dilemma. Perhaps, a trilemma! He stopped for a while and looked all around. Every corner seems to say a different story. But, Origo cares for only one. Rumor has it, at this point of tonight's night stroll, this point is to come, where Origo must make a choice and proceed upon a road, at the end of which a new beginning is waiting to start. Origo looked on his right. This very road, however, has less roadlights. There can be two things: either this road is just a yard long, or the other end lies somewhere which can never be known. The other two declared that they have a dead end. So, it is believed, the road on Origo's right is the right road to ride. Let’s walk along to see, how far along this can take.

      Perhaps the guy, who planned this road, must've been a miser of some sort. Surely there're less roadlights, mainly because they're placed comparatively far from each other. Something about the roadlight seems annoying. Origo examined, rather closely. He is still walking along the midrib, though. The roadlights are bright, all glowing like they should. But, they're not showing any path to walk upon. Instead, they're just there. Standing, selfishly, maybe trying to narrate an epic, that is solely of their own. A few lines through which only a warm chill can be felt. But Origo is not interested. He has to walk, until it actually ends. Origo will remember tonight, for it's the beginning of forever. Meanwhile, the roads have grown a bit old here. It seems to crack and shriek under his feet. Something, somewhere, told him to look up-and-ahead. All has changed. A rusty-wrought-iron gate, the intrinsic designs - an explicit way to describe something that lies on the other side of it. Origo pushed it open. Now that’s an old gate. It might fall apart any moment. Sadly, it didn't. Anyways, Origo is proceeding in the direction of a small chapel. It’s all dark around here. But, this darkness has a shine of its own, which is making everything look surreal, and visible, yet things feel lesser real with every step. Origo stopped at the door of the chapel. It's open. But seemingly closed. Something, or someone, is making some sort of sound from inside. It sounds pleasant. Origo suddenly feels a shivering calmth, starting from somewhere near his tailbone, and then spreading all through his body. Even his dark cold hair seems to wave in this windless night. Origo found something appealing, which lies inside the chapel, behind these doors. So, now he is entering, to witness what his eyes have been waiting for, since eternity. The air smells like ancient rose-oil lit lamps. The innate is, in fact, lit by, perhaps a thousand lamps. Each, glowing shamelessly below this nave, which is invisible now, and the roadlights seem to resemble them. With each step, a new, unknown, feeling started to grasp him. He looked around. There is nothing else, but lamps, some of which has given their way, for the darkness around to swallow them whole. However, everything is giving Origo, a quasitetrahedral feeling. Overshading all this, something here is amiss. That sound. Origo is surely seeking for it. It is coming from somewhere near the altar. He is moving closer. Yes, that’s it. There he is, sitting beside his masterpiece, the grail of Origo's journey. The harpist. And the harp. That goddamn magnificent harp. It might date back to the Pharaohs. The Pharaohs are amazing, though. Among all the sayings, Origo once also heard this rumor, that the harpist used to be a Pharaoh. Origo doesn't mind meeting a Pharaoh. The more closer he is getting, the more obsolete things feel, as nothing seems new. Many others have been to this place, before. Everyone seeks for the harpist. Origo is thinking, if he could, somehow, get to know the harpist's name. The tune flooding all around him. Now, the lamps are more bright. The old feelings dethroned, at the rise of the new ones.

      The harpist didn't look up; Origo is standing very close to him. The harpist is still playing the harp, his age-laden fingers slithering lavishly from one string to another. The harpist has a beckonance in his sight. Maybe, he is not a Pharaoh. Then what is he? Origo forgot to think further and so he got lost amongst the concord of this golden harp. The rosiness, now seems to be less genuine. It is all in this harp, which is doing it all. The harpist isn't such a formal man. His gestures, his mystiqual stance, everything has created a benign world, where feelings seem less important. Origo needs to wait for the harpist to answer his questions. But till then, the question remains, how long will Origo have to wait for the harpist? Eternity; that’s a blasphemy. Nothing has ever been said about this. Origo doesn't know about all rumors. Perhaps, the beginning is about to start...