For the most part, he was a upright public servant who cared not only for his fellow Deslinkitans, but also for all of humanity. He believed that there was a basis of good shared amongst all people. It was the foundation to every interaction imaginable, he stated. Even the most heinous crimes were on the premise of some moral intention. The problem is that they're selfish and egocentric.
The Premiere woke up early each morning and slept very late every night. He was at his peak intellectual condition late at night and had to wake up early each morning to attend to his duties. If he had it his way, he would've liked to start sometime after lunch.
He lived in a community of ministers and governmental officials, which was consequently the area in the capitol of Deslinkitu, which was named most unoriginally Deslinikitu, that foreigners, mostly emissaries, were allowed to reside.
The day was Wednesday, when Deslinkitans came together to celebrate the independence movement against its oppressors many centuries ago. You see, Deslinkitu is located somewhere in Eastern Asia, and suffered colonization from the Chinese, then the Russians, then the Japanese, and short bout with Koreans and the Americans, until finally, Deslinkitu managed to hold its own against foreign influence.
Mostly independent from the rest of the world, with the exception of trade and intellectual collaboration, Deslinkitu managed to exist virtually as a separate dimension from the earth. It was closed off by dense mountains, nearly cut off as an island, as it was once a peninsula, and had the general impression of being impregnable.
Given such, Premiere Alucinor found that after being assigned into his office, most of his foreign involvement had to do with facilitating the frequent exchange between Deslinkitan academics and the rest of the world. He found this most appreciable, as Alucinor was best at being a student. He yearns for his long afternoons and late evenings in the aging stacks of his university library, where he voraciously consumed literary theory, philosophical inquiry, and some of the finest works of prose he's ever known.
Today, one of the three independence days that Deslinkitu observed as national holidays, was the first free day that Aluncinor had during his fledgling career as the Prime Minister. He decided to spend the day exploring the governmental library, which contained the oldest volumes in all the land.
He slid into his summer blazer, slipped his ID card into a pocket, and then made his way to the library. Deslinkitu never got very hot during the summer because it was surrounded by ocean. The sea breeze was strong enough to blow cool currents across the entire land, even if it was quite vast. He had lived in a number of other countries during his studies and youth, but he enjoyed Deslinkitu the most. He always told his friends that he believed that Deslinkitu was the soul of the, unperturbed by the activities of the rest of the body yet deeply involved.
Once he reached the library, the lethargic guard checked his ID and waved him in with a respectful bow, to which he returned humbly.
After a few circuits of the library floors, he decided to read the archive of foreign correspondence to see how other Prime Ministers have handled their positions. Flipping through the thoroughly aged pages, trying to decide where, or when, he should start, a folded parchment fell to the floor.
He picked it up, gently unraveled it, then began reading. It was clearly quite old, but the language structure signaled that it couldn't have been more than 50 or 60 years aged. It was from one of the former Prime Ministers and addressed to a woman, someone out of seas, by the look of her name. He read to himself quietly:
I've read and reread your message a number of times and thought of the various ways I could link the words that I wanted to use for the feelings and impressions that I wished to describe. It's as if thousands of my neural pathways lit up like streets lined with streetlamps, yet each street is almost identical in this town, this variegated emotion that I felt, so I found it difficult to find the proper descriptions to distinguish each street, each which contains universes of subtle differences in how I feel about all of this and you. The first avenue of my reaction to this message was of course one of incredulity.
You've nearly left me entirely. I searched my mind for reasons why this would occur when it seemed that we were getting along so well, but the deeper that I searched, the more lost I became. It was finally when I was sifting for gold in pitch black darkness that I relinquished the task. I yielded to the explanation that this circumstance was simply due to the whims of human nature, whose vagarious tendencies were beyond both the fires of my imagination and the dexterity of my logic.
After this search concluded, I found that I had begun to lose your essence. You were slipping from my mind: your minute eccentricities, the aura of your presence, and the details of your voice. All that I was able to retain was an ambiguous feeling of doubt knowing that being in such a close proximity as you, the embers of what we once had were whimpering into a quiet and graceless end. Seeing you around campus or even hearing your voice became something alien to me, something that conflicted with the concept of you that I already had, so that when I did see or hear you, my distance to you stretched further apart.
My charismatic faith in humanity hectored me into believing there were legitimate reasons to explain what happened, so I began my process of accepting this fate. I am not embarrassed to say that it was not a simple task. I am not so experienced in this world that I can easily close off the way that I feel into an archaic smile or benign normalcy. You became someone important to me, but the way that I felt was as if you bypassed years of meticulously laid defenses only to wreak Trojan havoc once inside. It was unbearable. The only buoy that I had was the fact that I've stripped myself of any sense of pride and self-dignity long ago.
I found that your overall disposition was constantly fluctuating between affectionate warmth to a sudden, unprecedented coldness. I found this to be overwhelmingly disorienting until I eventually developed the impression that you simply didn't enjoy my company. Being from a city of so many, these cues prove to be rather important to maintain some level of social sanity. I deduced that the best way to respect your privacy and space was to distance myself from you and allow whatever it is we had to be either affirmed by the passing of time or gradually unravel silently into a neutral acquaintanceship.
You've nearly left me entirely. I searched my mind for reasons why this would occur when it seemed that we were getting along so well, but the deeper that I searched, the more lost I became. It was finally when I was sifting for gold in pitch black darkness that I relinquished the task. I yielded to the explanation that this circumstance was simply due to the whims of human nature, whose vagarious tendencies were beyond both the fires of my imagination and the dexterity of my logic.
After this search concluded, I found that I had begun to lose your essence. You were slipping from my mind: your minute eccentricities, the aura of your presence, and the details of your voice. All that I was able to retain was an ambiguous feeling of doubt knowing that being in such a close proximity as you, the embers of what we once had were whimpering into a quiet and graceless end. Seeing you around campus or even hearing your voice became something alien to me, something that conflicted with the concept of you that I already had, so that when I did see or hear you, my distance to you stretched further apart.
My charismatic faith in humanity hectored me into believing there were legitimate reasons to explain what happened, so I began my process of accepting this fate. I am not embarrassed to say that it was not a simple task. I am not so experienced in this world that I can easily close off the way that I feel into an archaic smile or benign normalcy. You became someone important to me, but the way that I felt was as if you bypassed years of meticulously laid defenses only to wreak Trojan havoc once inside. It was unbearable. The only buoy that I had was the fact that I've stripped myself of any sense of pride and self-dignity long ago.
I found that your overall disposition was constantly fluctuating between affectionate warmth to a sudden, unprecedented coldness. I found this to be overwhelmingly disorienting until I eventually developed the impression that you simply didn't enjoy my company. Being from a city of so many, these cues prove to be rather important to maintain some level of social sanity. I deduced that the best way to respect your privacy and space was to distance myself from you and allow whatever it is we had to be either affirmed by the passing of time or gradually unravel silently into a neutral acquaintanceship.
