Notes: I wrote this with Photek, Ren2 (from the Animatrix) playing on repeat. It just suits the style I'm getting at, so if you have it saved on your comp somewhere, play it! To sum it up though, this is my version of Trinity before she was unplugged, and how it all came to be...
Eighteen and carefree. Well, almost carefree; about as carefree as a loner with hyped-up ideas of my own capabilities and a savage kick-ass attitude can ever get. I wanted to show the world who I was, not just be another one of those billions of people who saunter through life, never bothering to leave any mark of who they are, and what they did. Don't get me wrong, the whole state of the earth and the bullshit about living green and clean and never using aerosols went straight over my toughened head. I wanted to be strong, or at least to be able to discover my place in the entire scheme of things, and to me, no other place than that of power and individuality would ever pacify me.
I quit school not long before my graduation. That was what really pissed my mother off. I was so close, yet in my eyes, so far from ever being one of superficial crowd of washouts, either believing that the rest of the world would treat them like the high school queen they'd come to be, or that graduating would lead them directly into some brainwashing society of jumped up professors that the Americans liked to call 'college'. I'd turned myself into one of the social outcasts, who no longer cared and spent half her time with an evaded detention hanging over her head. I'd stroll in late most of the time, having done yet another all-nighter infront of a million blinking pixels of light, taking in all that the net had to offer me. It was pure freedom within the confines of my dusky room, and I'd learnt to sculpt it the way I desired, allowing me access to anything and everything I wanted using the hack codes I looked upon as Gods. Those blinking pixels of light meant more to me than every personality and every false smile that bore down upon me as I walked down the halls of Calderstones High everyday, or at least every day that I turned in.
It was the freedom that I craved, so packing my bag with little more than a passport and a selection of clean clothes, I caught a Greyhound bus to the nearest airport and jumped the next plane straight to Thailand. For five years I'd had a dead-end job in a backstreet coffee bar, but never having much of a social life outside of the digital world, I rarely spent the wages, watching them accumulate into a lump sum in my bank account.
It was when I arrived that I realised I had little, if any plan of what I'd do when I arrived. I called my Mom, apologising for the row that had ensued upon me spontaneously announcing my departure to the other side of the world, before finding a scabby hostel and checking in for the night.
Thailand filled my head with a smoky haze of oriental fire and the type of lifestyle that sparked endlessly inside of me, consuming me completely. I met curious people, involved myself an incessant array of new and exciting experiences and never allowed myself to be afraid of fear itself. Many would have diligently avoided the existence I became accustomed to and looked down upon it in disgust and loathing, but I devoured it with an intensity I'd never known before, hurling myself into each new unexpected pleasure and never stopping to think before I jumped onto yet another passing bus or train, just waiting to see where I arrived.
But if we're getting into the delights I crossed paths with in Thailand, I guess there was one stood out from the crowd.
Eighteen and carefree. Well, almost carefree; about as carefree as a loner with hyped-up ideas of my own capabilities and a savage kick-ass attitude can ever get. I wanted to show the world who I was, not just be another one of those billions of people who saunter through life, never bothering to leave any mark of who they are, and what they did. Don't get me wrong, the whole state of the earth and the bullshit about living green and clean and never using aerosols went straight over my toughened head. I wanted to be strong, or at least to be able to discover my place in the entire scheme of things, and to me, no other place than that of power and individuality would ever pacify me.
I quit school not long before my graduation. That was what really pissed my mother off. I was so close, yet in my eyes, so far from ever being one of superficial crowd of washouts, either believing that the rest of the world would treat them like the high school queen they'd come to be, or that graduating would lead them directly into some brainwashing society of jumped up professors that the Americans liked to call 'college'. I'd turned myself into one of the social outcasts, who no longer cared and spent half her time with an evaded detention hanging over her head. I'd stroll in late most of the time, having done yet another all-nighter infront of a million blinking pixels of light, taking in all that the net had to offer me. It was pure freedom within the confines of my dusky room, and I'd learnt to sculpt it the way I desired, allowing me access to anything and everything I wanted using the hack codes I looked upon as Gods. Those blinking pixels of light meant more to me than every personality and every false smile that bore down upon me as I walked down the halls of Calderstones High everyday, or at least every day that I turned in.
It was the freedom that I craved, so packing my bag with little more than a passport and a selection of clean clothes, I caught a Greyhound bus to the nearest airport and jumped the next plane straight to Thailand. For five years I'd had a dead-end job in a backstreet coffee bar, but never having much of a social life outside of the digital world, I rarely spent the wages, watching them accumulate into a lump sum in my bank account.
It was when I arrived that I realised I had little, if any plan of what I'd do when I arrived. I called my Mom, apologising for the row that had ensued upon me spontaneously announcing my departure to the other side of the world, before finding a scabby hostel and checking in for the night.
Thailand filled my head with a smoky haze of oriental fire and the type of lifestyle that sparked endlessly inside of me, consuming me completely. I met curious people, involved myself an incessant array of new and exciting experiences and never allowed myself to be afraid of fear itself. Many would have diligently avoided the existence I became accustomed to and looked down upon it in disgust and loathing, but I devoured it with an intensity I'd never known before, hurling myself into each new unexpected pleasure and never stopping to think before I jumped onto yet another passing bus or train, just waiting to see where I arrived.
But if we're getting into the delights I crossed paths with in Thailand, I guess there was one stood out from the crowd.