The Marianne Theory

Winter is eternal and snowflakes keep on descending distracting me every now and then from her. I lose all sense of reason as clumsy words escape my mouth. She trips on my words and falls hard. I reach out to help her up, but my arms are not long enough. Marianne looks at my hand and smiles. She helps herself up and there we are again, at the exact same point where we started off. Her intense gaze looks deep into my mind and I shudder at the thought of being exposed to someone so much. Being an open book does not comfort me much. And I am sure she is not all that comfortable with that fact either. Comfort is overrated. And so is reality.

This is not reality. She is not real. She is better than real. This is better than reality. This is dangerous. The danger of being addicted

anger of being addicted to all this non-reality is present. I hope her wish comes true. But can a figment of my imagination have true desires and wishes? Can a dream of mine have dreams herself ? My mind is running at 300 mil

This is not reality. She is not real. She is better than real. This is better than reality. This is dangerous. The danger of being addicted to all this non-reality is present. I hope her wish comes true. But can a figment of my imagination have true desires and wishes? Can a dream of mine have dreams herself ? My mind is running at 300 miles and hour. And the time to stop is not now. Will she see me for what I truly am?

I didn't want my picture taken. Maybe someday, but not today. She took it anyway and we went

Too many questions and not enough answers. Brakes are put in my evolution and it takes all of my will power to step over the boundaries of my imagination and rid myself of them.

Please don't hate me!

Too many questions and not enough answers. Brakes are put in my evolution and it takes all of my will power to step over the boundaries of my imagination and rid myself of them.

Doesn't she remember the last time we went down this highway? Eerytime she and i take the highway, it ends in tragedy. But what can I say? We are both very stubborn and I pull out the ignition key to drive us away from this mad mad world. As always, she pulls out a camera and wants us to take a "Thelma and Louise" style picture. So I told her I didn't want my picture taken. Maybe someday, but not today. She took it anyway and we went down the highway that both she and I knew would inevitably send us in the said tragic ending. Perhaps we are people who are not affraid of our fates... or
perhaps
we are
simply
dumb.
dumb

"Please don't hate me!" I tell her, my hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road. She looks at me with impassive eyes and blinks. The purity of her looks is killing me slowly as it always does. "I am sorry Marianne..." I tell her as I keep on driving. As her eyes litterally killing me , her silence is driving me to a point of no return in insanity. There is no point in me letting myself being tortured like this, I know she doesn't hate em, and I know that she will forgive me. She always has, she alway will. That is her eternal curse, and it is also mine. She smiles at me and finally says: "You are forgiven..."

"Please don't hate me!"

I never want go back to New Jersey, and I know that she and I never will. Of course, if I could chose between New jersey and this, I know I would chose New Jersey anytime. Out of nowhere, a person runs uptowards the car and I

You are forgiven..."

instinctvely jerk the wheel over to one side to avoid killing the inprudent pedestrian. I lose control of our vehicle, our tool to escape our former lives, the means to be free of the hell we left behind us. And with that moment, with the loss of control , I traded one hell for another. I black out....

By the moment i regain my senses, our car is a total loss, and I look next to me to see that she is losing her life's blood. I check her pulse to find that it is slowing down. I scream for help but nobody is around to hear me. Should I lose her, I would lose all that is truly dear to me in this world. I scream again but to no avail. I lose all distinction of what is real and what is not. These emotions are all too real, so perhaps this is real afterall? Who is to say what is real and what is not? I do not want to lose her. I will not lose her. it's only then that the clumsy pedestrian I had avoided came over to my car and looked at me with his icy blue eyes. Shivers run through my body as I lock gazes with the stranger for a moment. No words escape his mouth but his message is clear: he will grant me one wish for having avoided hitting him on the highway earlier. I desire only one thing and I make my wish without any hesitation. I want to go back in the past by a few moments to change the course of things

d tragic ending. Perhaps we are people who are not affraid of our fates... or
perhaps
we
are
simply
dumb

I check her pulse to find that it is slowing down. I scream for help but nobody is around to hear me. Should I lose her, I would lose all that is truly dear to me in this world. I scream again but to no avail. I lose all distinction of what is real and what is not.

I am sorry Marianne..

I am sorry Marianne..Had I been smarter, I would have realized that there is no escaping destiny and that I had wished for a horrible mistake. I hold her in my arms and await the stranger to do his work as he always does. He snaps his fingers and everything blurs up around me...As i await to relive what I now call the Marianne effect. They should've teached us this effect in school . Had I known the Marianne Theory, both she and I wouldn't be in the limbo we are right now for eternity. I open my eyes.

This is not reality. She is not real. She is better than real. This is better than reality. This is dangerous. The danger of being addicted

This picture of the RCMP starting their attack on the no-fire zone known as "L'ilôt Fleurie" at the protests in Quebec City on april 21st 2001 was taken by Maxime Dumas... You can contact him at cronope@yahoo.fr