Character
Intervention on Wielu
Or
The Weather is here, wish you were beautiful…
Malaise was the word. But how did a word become the word? It was a question for the century- no millennium.The word held its normal meaning of ill defined discomfort however to Jaeson it seemed to also convey a lethargic tone. If he could describe his mood, his lack of self, his attitude and environment since dropping out of his academic studies that would have to be it. Malaise.
The young man sat on the dirty beach and watched the waves clear the sand. An afternoon rain storm had unsettled the trees, sending pieces of debris about the normally pristine sands and scouring the white beachwith dimples where droplets had landed.
Using money meant for tuition kept in a trust he'd rented a little bungalow off the beaten trail. It was a small little thing but suited his needs which were scant. There was a resort, if one could call it that, nearby. The place consisted of twenty two rentable dwellings similar to his but closer together within the protected cove. Although he didn't need the money he would on occasion act as a handy man to the residents, but that work rarely came up leaving him to lounge or otherwise occupy himself.
The residents were half permanent and half vacationers getting away from whatever busy life they had and settling into a relaxing island experience. Not far from the small homesteads was a recreation center and further towards the main road a spa and more tourist centric entertainments.
Staring at a piece of driftwood drifting up to show and being sucked back out to sea over and over Jaeson considered his position. He couldn't stay indefinitely… well he probably could actually, but that required dipping into a fund that he was stubbornly rejecting or else getting pay as the neighborhood handyman. Academics had been an interest for awhile but soon the lessons ran together and boredom crept over him and so he left.
So what now? A question for the ages, and so the spiritual malaise took hold once more.
Or
The Weather is here, wish you were beautiful…
Malaise was the word. But how did a word become the word? It was a question for the century- no millennium.The word held its normal meaning of ill defined discomfort however to Jaeson it seemed to also convey a lethargic tone. If he could describe his mood, his lack of self, his attitude and environment since dropping out of his academic studies that would have to be it. Malaise.
The young man sat on the dirty beach and watched the waves clear the sand. An afternoon rain storm had unsettled the trees, sending pieces of debris about the normally pristine sands and scouring the white beachwith dimples where droplets had landed.
Using money meant for tuition kept in a trust he'd rented a little bungalow off the beaten trail. It was a small little thing but suited his needs which were scant. There was a resort, if one could call it that, nearby. The place consisted of twenty two rentable dwellings similar to his but closer together within the protected cove. Although he didn't need the money he would on occasion act as a handy man to the residents, but that work rarely came up leaving him to lounge or otherwise occupy himself.
The residents were half permanent and half vacationers getting away from whatever busy life they had and settling into a relaxing island experience. Not far from the small homesteads was a recreation center and further towards the main road a spa and more tourist centric entertainments.
Staring at a piece of driftwood drifting up to show and being sucked back out to sea over and over Jaeson considered his position. He couldn't stay indefinitely… well he probably could actually, but that required dipping into a fund that he was stubbornly rejecting or else getting pay as the neighborhood handyman. Academics had been an interest for awhile but soon the lessons ran together and boredom crept over him and so he left.
So what now? A question for the ages, and so the spiritual malaise took hold once more.
