Just the first few paragraphs, it takes a lot of energy to write.
This is a story, not of pride, ambition, or even power, although all of life seems to be about the struggle of power, no, this is a story of the small things, the things not noticed.
It is only in the cracks of society that one can find true humanity, most likely due to the fact that society is a mask to cover humanity, and that is why this story takes place in a city, for where else has society overtaken humanity.
Picture the scene, it is a church, but not the church you’re grandparents went to, no this is a large church built in an old high school gymnasium, and although the floor still retains the paint from past games and rallies held only in memory, the rest of the church has been given a makeover, a “modern” look. Â There are three screens which the size and shape seem to cry out for the need of popcorn dripping with butter and over-priced candy. Â There is a stage on one side of the forgotten court, all decked out in a sleek black with a blue curtain behind it, which hides only the old barren concrete wall. Â The chairs splayed out in front of the stage with the bleachers pulled up behind. Â But there is something different. Â The old wooden benches which truly separated the strong from the weak, at least in terms of fitness of one’s behind, have been replaced with chairs made of plastic and cheap fabric. Â All in all a very pleasing church for the eye.
But wait, something is missing? Â Oh yes, the people, for what is a story without some semblance to human life. Â The rows of chairs, and the rows of bleachers, er… chairs, um… the new sitting apparatuses that now grace the church, are filled with people, people of all cultures and backgrounds. Â But not of all races, oh there are people there who are black and people who are white and brown and yellow and orange and whatever other colors that can possibly be obtained by humans, but as has been pointed out to me by my sister several times, “There is only one race, the human race, so saying this or that is racism is incorrect”. Â Eh hem, but that is a different tale.