Ozymandias So let’s begin, or have we already reached the end. “I met a traveler from an antique land...” The Leader stood in the cluttered room, ravaged by the recent flood of rebels. More than standing, he fell into a pathetic stumble, then froze in that unnatural state of eccentricity, until the next spasm broke him from it. With each sporadic twitch, he would be suddenly informed of the strange words playing on his lips. “a traveler from an…” he would break off, then find himself repeating, then break off again. Then with another beastly movement of his disjointed limbs, it would flash through his mind, only to fade again-“I am Ozymandias”. What accompanies the strange verse, “traveler from an antique land”, with cyclical regularity, is a thread of crystalized images; selective pieces of memory. And thus, in these moments of inhuman wretchedness, the Leader remembers it all. Truth be told, he had never granted the least bit of credulity to it all. It had been like a dream, always a whisker away from it all brutally dissolving into insufferable reality. Truth be told, living the dream, being apprehensive of waking up, had in itself been insufferable. It was the year 2029. They had achieved Utopia, Communism had arrived. Like any dream, the Leader did not remember how exactly it all …show more content…
In the smallest, dingy, filthiest of little spots somewhere in some obscure locality. The self-serving insect had again reared its head. Maybe it started with the most insignificant of workers. Maybe his kid wanted more than he saw in the hands of other children. Maybe his wife desired more than other wives. It was so remote a breeding, it is really hard to place its origin. It was a germ, it spread like a contagion. It sickened peoples’ mind, it made them feverish with foolishness. The rebellion against Communism was born, and the decay of Utopia began as it had come into being, through a revolution of ideology. In the blink of an eye, people