LAND OF JUNK

A Man came into the room of junk. He looked; Amazed, he continued to stare until it dazzled his brain. He scratched his head.

This was insane.

He opened the door and dived into the pool; he swam to the bottom and balanced himself on the floor. He looked up and watched the ducks float past above him.

Around him half floating half sunk, lay junk. Huge amounts of junk. He scratched his head. A small shark came up and circled around him, tasting the water for signs of food. He asked the shark what it thought about the junk. The shark scratched its head, and then swam away. He made his way to the surface, and climbed out.

He stood in the office, soaking wet and dripping. The others watched him for a moment and then continued their work. He walked across the hall leaving a trail of water, his shoes squelched as he passed the quiet workers, but they noticed him no more. He walked around the junk that was piled on the floor, and had to climb over other parts. He made his way to the door, but it was barricaded with the junk. He stood there scratching his head. He looked back and watched the madness. A window was open. He climbed his way to it and jumped out.

He was lucky that the sand broke his fall. He gathered himself and looked around. Seagulls screamed up above. The ocean was calm and the tide was in. Dark clouds loomed overhead and the beach was deserted. He walked out towards the water making sure to avoid the junk that was strewn all over the rusty sand. He had to walk in zigzags to get around the masses of it randomly placed all the way up to the ocean and further still. He walked until he was knee deep into the water. The waves splashed against him forcing him to sway and rock as he walked. He could feel the junk around his legs, and so he followed the trail until he was submerged fully in the water.

He swam in the deep dark water searching for peace. The junk floated all around him. He dived deeper until the light faded completely. He stopped and looked around. He could not see very far and he risked getting lost in the maze of junk that was now swallowing him in. He panicked slightly, and looked for a way out. The shark came back. It had been chewing on the bits of various junk. It watched him floating in the dark cold water scratching his head. The shark offered him a ride to the surface and so he held its fin whilst it speedily swam to the top.

A boat was sailing above. The crew noticed him floating and picked him up. By now it was raining heavily. He shivered with cold. The captain wrapped a towel around him and placed a hot mug of cocoa in his hands. He looked at the junk on the ship. It was some what different to most of the other junk he had seen but the captain explained that they had travelled far and wide. He drank his cocoa whilst the captain stood near scratching his head and gleaming at his huge collection of exotic junk. “All over the world” the captain was saying “They have so many different kinds all over the world, what is in the oceans is different to what is on the land”.

“Did you encounter any free land or clean ocean?” the man asked the captain. The captain looked at this bizarre man and laughed hysterically. “Are you serious?” he asked when he had caught his breath. “Free land, and clean ocean?” he repeated.
Then he seemed to stare blankly out into the far horizon and drift away in his thoughts. “…..free land…clean ocean….” He murmured.

The man stood up and put his head up into the rain letting the cold water soak into his skin. He watched the sky. It was never without dark clouds. He looked at the vast amount of space in between and closed his eyes in despair. Then he made his way to the cabin and walked in.