The next destination was a register office for newly adopted disciples. To be honest I really couldn't grasp this "I," who seems to be a monotheistic god. The last time I have seen people ever idealizing the same person over preposterous reasons, was when Trump was president. To be honest I feel as if everyone here watches fox news, which is so irrelevant.
The registered office was a blue brick building. In the vestibule lies the stature of "I," which looked suspiciously like the Illuminati instead of being green it was curiously orange.
"How can I assist you!" barked a woman in a nasal voice.
"I am here to schedule the committee for Jacques' communion," replied Adaline.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I forgot about that. Let me take a look at the books Adi!" the women exclaimed and coughed violently.
"Who is this repugnant woman?" I asked, whispering.
"Ana Rapide, she and I were roommates during college," she replied.
This woman was the most obnoxious I ever met. However, she was whipping through notebooks behind her desk like a jackrabbit in July! She was wearing a short skirt and some white wrap-like bodice that was commonly worn by women in Surrealand. Her stomach is poking out, just like her ankles that couldn't fully fit her high heels. She wore lots of makeup and had a noticeable lip stain on her horse-like teeth. Her hair was dirty blonde, shoulder-length, and had bangs. She is what I would have called a Karren back in my youth.
"It seems your communion will be in a month! RECTUMAS the 4th!" exclaimed Ana Rapide
"What?" I curtly asked.
"I will inform and educate you on the idiocy of time," replied Adaline.
"Pleased to meet you…?" asked Ana Rapide
"Patient A-12," I said.
"Jacques is his name," said Adaline.
While waiting for Ana to finish her daily gossip-which Adaline had the class to pretend as if she cared- I remembered that I was so used to being addressed as Patient A-12, I forgot my name. It seems like I've finally loved to some extent being called Jacques. Finally, Ana shut her mouth, and Adaline and I left the register office.
After walking two blocks my head suddenly felt light-headed. Black flickered like fire. In Front of Adaline and I was a pyramid so immense it made the Pyramids of Giza look like Rhode Island. It looks similar to a Mesopotanium Ziggurat.
"This is where your communion will take place," said Adaline.
She was in a rush to leave. When returning to my residence we stopped at a common with illegible clocks. The measurements of time on each of them were not consistent with each other.
"What time is it in this world?" I asked.
"What is time?" asked Adaline.
"You're really testing me when you are answering my question with another question! You know that right?"
"Time brings such impatience."
"I suppose time is a construct used to measure incriminates in a day for organizational use?"
"Why is it needed?"
"Is it needed to bring organization?"
"Our world is organized without it, Jacques. If everyone and everything, not human nor beast live in their own time, why would it be of any use to measure time?"
"Just to accommodate the organization for ourselves I suppose?"
"No, if the point of time is for organization, then everyone will live in disarray. In this world, we live in a twilight zone. The point of time is to measure productivity, only "I," can measure one's productivity. By not having a construct of time we all live at the same time."
"Melting Clocks I suppose."
"What? Never mind forgetting my question."
Adaline looked like she woke from a deep slumber when I said Melting Clocks, how she froze again. I thought I lost all logic and reason, and it appears that I have less of it than I. I hate worrying about time. Adaline was correct about time bringing impatience. I felt no stress or anxiety in this world until I worried about time. I love being a child and having infinite time. Perhaps if I had the ability to tell my past self to utilize time in the most productive manner possible then I would possibly achieve more in life. I love the prospect of not having to worry about time.
The streets were full of people, just people who were not like me. Adaline seems rather special. There was something magical or celestial about her presence despite the fact her eyes were colder than the north pole. I was craving warmth that I seem to forget.
Next to the residence was a pool. Apparently, Adaline had the stuff to attend to, so I took advantage. I was provided a pair of swim trunks that looked borderline couture. I touched the water with my feet. I entered the sapphire blue water and sucked in my stomach so I could float on my back. The only good thing about the mental institution was that I was given permission to exercise a little, so self-esteem wasn't that big of an issue.
"Boy you're so skinny!" shouted a man.
Suddenly my self-esteem went down, as to be expected.
"I am not a boy, nor an adult. I am what they call the edge of seventeen. In other words seventeen."
"I never asked your age, sorry if I bumped your ego. Compared to most people your bod is sort of okay," he replied.
I rolled my eyes. His voice led me to believe that he was a bit narcissistic. I finally look up at him. He was possibly the most attractive person I had seen in years. He had an angular face, silver hair, eyes red as a ruby, and his skin was so warm. He had a muscular build with an abdomen that can be gapped a mile away. At this point, he had the right to judge my weak pale body, which was pasty as the snow.
"You hadn't bumped by ego," I replied in an obvious tone proving he did.
We began to talk. Apparently, he had the same profession as Adaline. Apparently, there were more people that "I," wanted as disciples. His name was Paul LaFlame. There was an intense warmth that was blazing as the sun in him. He was the polar opposite of Adaline. I was getting too in over myself at this point. I wondered if he was the warmth I craved so soon.