Common Sense

Whenever death was close, that smell would be present too. Together with the pungent smell of rotten corpses and scorched flesh, it holds a marvelous symphony that no one wants to hear.

Still, I can't help but be driven towards it.

At the end of my life too, I was met with that smell. That putrid stench of sulfur would penetrate through my nose and engrave itself onto my bones. The smell of rotten eggs. It's distinct. It's disgusting.

Still, I can't help but be driven towards it.

I know even if hell were to freeze over, even if I was reincarnated, even if I was given a second chance, that aroma would never change. The world would also never change. So, to never encounter it ever again, all I could do was avoid it. It shouldn't be that hard,

Unfortunately I am not an owner of such a convenient ability. It's sad, but it's the truth. All I could do was mold my mind into something similar. However it was in the end just a copy, it could never hold up to the genuine article. Many times, it had shown its disadvantages in everyday life. Apparently, not being able to comprehend, what everyone else saw as obvious, is not highly thought of. Well, I am sorry, but I like to think for myself, instead of blindly following the ideas build by society, or what others might refer as "common sense".

In the end I decided on my own rules. I developed my own "common sense", my theory about "Applied Facts vs. Circumstancial Facts".

Now, before you look at me like I am crazy, let me explain myself.

First, Applied facts. That is what anyone else would regard as "common sense". For example, we do not float, because gravity pulls us down. We do not eat rotten food. We do not call a girl fat. Those are all facts that are seen as natural. There is a critical flaw in this kind of thinking, though. It causes one to rely on it. Many times, people take their common sense for granted and don't question it's

No not with that setting. Right now, I was standing in a grandiose hall. The cold marble was penetrating my naked feet. A plethora of colors, reflecting on the floor, were caused by the stained glass that decorate the walls carved with exquisite patterns. Above me were chandeliers made out of pure gold, dangling down the ceiling. To my sides, many pillars stood erect, symbolizing that they could even hold the sky if they wanted to. Behind me was an antique wood door, which made even a giant look small. The whole place was layered with different silk and fabric. And also fur. Lots of fur. Even some fur, that I didn't know existed. So much fur, that PETA would have cried, till they died of dehydration. No matter how I perceived it, this place reeked of money. What was most daunting though was the seat placed in front of me. It was massive. Embroidered with innumeral jewels and gold, I could tell at first glance that this was the most valuable item here. If not, then it would be that self portrait above it. But, I still have a slight trauma from paintings, so I shall refrain from any