The document describes the narrator's thoughts about the world from different perspectives and locations. From inside a dirty gutter, the world seems extremely dirty with trash everywhere. High in the sky, the world appears tiny with small structures. Under the ocean, it seems profoundly wet with endless soaked land. In the desert, it is overwhelmingly dusty with people sweating in the hot sun. Among fragrant flowers, it is a stupendously fragrant place where everything diffuses strong scents.
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When I Thought About The World
1. WHEN I THOUGHT ABOUT THE WORLD
When I thought about the world from inside a squalid gutter; with an abhorrently
fetid stench permeating into my nostrils,
I perceived it to be extremely dirty; with scraps of tarnished paper inhabiting every
prevalent street.
When I thought about the world soaring high in the sky; circumvented by an
ambience of silken clouds and birds,
I visualized it to be a tiny place; with inconspicuous structures projecting in scores
from its trajectory.
When I thought about the world from beneath unfathomable depths of the ocean; an
assemblage of salty water entrenching me in entirety,
I imagined it to be a profoundly wet place; with infinite spaces of land soaked in
slippery liquid.
When I thought about the world standing in middle of the desert; sweltering winds
blended with sand striking my persona tenaciously,
I conceived it to be an overwhelmingly dusty place; with people sweating profusely
under dazzling rays of the sun.
When I thought about the world languishing in an island of redolent flowers; the
mesmerizing odor of blossoming rose tickling me to high realms of sedation,
I cognized it to be a stupendously fragrant place; with every organism lurking on its
soil diffusing astronomical amounts of scent.
When I thought about the world sitting in a factory of firecrackers; incredulous
contraptions of dynamite exploding intermittently all around,
I pictured it to be a tumultuously noisy place; incorporated with individuals who
yelled expending full capacity of their lungs; every time they felt the urge to speak.
When I thought about the world digging a coal mine thousands of feet below the
ground; a ghastly darkness sequestering me from pragmatic reality,
I envisaged it to be an utterly gloomy place; with all animate residing enveloped by
depression; and the sun incorrigibly refraining to shine.
When I thought about the world; lying surreptitiously hidden within the interiors of
the government treasury; boundless clusters of crisp notes making it onerous for me
to breathe,
I contemplated it to be inundated with money; school children scribbling finishing
their assignments on currency sheets; instead of using plain paper.
2. When I thought about the world gallivanting through the dense forests; slithering
reptiles transgressing ominously through the bushes; lethal alligators scrawling up the
marshy swamps,
I assumed it to be a place impregnated with savage men; with rustic cakes of cow-
dung adhered to house walls instead of conventional plaster.
And eventually when I thought about the world incarcerated in the arms of my
beloved; the moistness in her breath virtually putting me off to sleep,
I imagined it to be an astounding paradise; with a harmonious synergy existing
between the young; the old; and the deprived.