I.am@Salford.Manchester.UK

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Story of Voice Lost

When I woke up on one morning, I found that I was in a strange city through looking out of window. On the street I saw many people speaking a kind of language that I totally can not understand. By the way, I know that there are over 650,000,000 people in the world and there are around 6000 kinds of languages being used. However, there are still two common languages used widely when two people who speak different languages meet together, one is “Smile” and the other one is “Non-speaking”. Hmmm…non-speaking… Alright, sometimes I would think: if something has to be taken off myself, which thing would I choose? I think that I will choose to lose my voice. The reason is that although I lose my voice, I still can listen to the charming melody, see the beautiful scene, smell the pleasing flavor, taste the delicious food and feel the lover’s body temperature. I just can not speak, but I still can make some noisy and meaningless sounds, such as ahhh, wooo, eee and etc.

Stop my thinking and I decided to go out and did non-speaking with people on the street. I wore up my T-shirt and paints, ate breakfast, looked myself in the mirror and thought about if there was something happened yesterday? No, I did not know what has been happened really. Because there was nothing changed in my house: same T-shirt, same paints, and my favorite breakfast milk tea was also the same flavor. But when I looked out of window again, outside was also changed again: all buildings was floating and dancing in the air. My house was also flying in the air and went around all buildings. Besides, I saw a big panel marked “Manchester City”, that might be the only way to know where I was. And then, I started to take a lot of pictures, just like as a tourist. Wait a moment… Where were the streets?

When I fell into a deep thought about this unusual situation, I felt that I was in a wet room and there were a lot of my life photos hanged on the walls in that room. Very strangely, the weather in every photo was rain. I looked around this room slowly and then felt very scared, finally I shouted very loudly. Again, I took out my camera and took as many pictures as possible to catch the scene never seen before. The more pictures I took, the heavier rain was shown in every photo. Few minutes later, the rain dropped down the floor from the inside of every photo and then the rain was stocked in the room and became higher and higher. I did not know where to escape, finally … I was drowned.

It was very dangerous thing to have a deep thought about a very strange thing, such as that day’s situation. I was lucky because I came back from my deep thought, but I did not know how I did that. The only thing I was very sure is that: I was back from the wet room and I would not think it again to avoid being stocked in the wet room. Although I escaped from the wet room, I still felt that I was embraced by the water and can not move freely. It was just like that I swam and floated in the jelly, every movement became slow and the scene was refracted into many pieces. Therefore, the world has been totally changed into jelly world. In the jelly world, I can not look at myself entirely because I was also refracted into many fractals. Besides, in the jelly I also can not speak. The only thing I can do is to take as many pictures as possible to prove that I was an entire physical object. Finally, I lost my voice.

Suddenly I cried, I shouted, and then I dropped into a whirlpool consisting of images of this floating and dancing city, raining photos and indescribable jelly world. I seemed to be pulled out of this whirlpool by a mysterious power. Little by little, I could see myself in the mirror clearly. I knew that I woke up in the real world.