The Writers' Circle

The Pacer

The allure of a place need not be great so long as it exceeds the feeling of repugnance felt towards ones present circumstance.

The short walk between the institution and the escape has been trodden countless times, each with the same intent. The cold grey pavement underfoot bears no marks from the continual reciprocation of step and scuff: the ware is less, owing to the alleviation of pressure; the weightlessness of reasoned ignorance. This state of mind is a dangerous place for conscious thoughts to reside; it manifests reality as an alternative utopia, all pressures become weighted motivation and exuberant intent: nuances removed, stock beauty remains. Dystopian trudge: reality, tight on the heels of the pacer as he edges forward to his ignorant retreat, snaps and snarls and lashes vehemently at the benign reason, lingering, pushed to the back of the mind. The greatest of ills from this il-judged reason is the inability to retrace one's steps: with such diaphanous rational, all traces of justification dissipate with the quenching of desire.

The pacer, intoxicated, hypoxia of reason, fuelled by the cool clean air outside the institution, treads his way towards his ill advised goal: the universal intention of all chasing prophesised exuberance. It is often the case that the pleasure of anticipation remains un-sated even in lue of its prophetic self-actualisation: much like the anticipation felt at the end a long train journey, unquenched by the reality of arrival; the drab grey buildings, the confusion, faltering orientation, the very rain lashing down in sheets seems to extinguish the flame of desire, by light of which you had painted in your mind your fantastically vibrant imaginings. Whilst it is not so that pleasures of the body cannot be satisfactory whilst being sated; it is the pleasures of the mind for which we mourn. Our consistesnt inability to experience as satisfactorily as had been anticipated, those desirous pleasures conjured by the mind; this is a universal dilemma of human consciousness. The synonymy of anticipation and satiation is utterly incorrigible: the reciprocating dilemma of the pacer is the perpetual desire to sate the glories of anticipation