Tragic, enthralling, riveting...
It's stories like these that exemplify the true, incredible meaning to things we take for granted. The story in itself possesses such a powerful underlying message that one may need to wipe the encroaching tear slowly swelling in the corners of their eyes; this is perfection.
Most stories could start with a simple "Once upon a time," or so, but literary master Saturday is beyond such trifles.
What is this?! A but! Instantly our mindset is changed; we are in no simple story. This is not a fairy tale for some animatronic barnyard animal to recite, this epic masterpiece promotes instantaneous danger! Our very souls are shaken by the possibility of what could happen next to such a pessimistic beginning.
A simple establishment of pathos will pave way for the hard hitting logos to come by the end of the story. We are no pawns to our author, Saturday, but we are peers. We are his 'dear readers'. Just as the author has been taken for a journey by his discovery, we are too ensnared in the rapture of his voice. As we must continue this quest with the great mind who has presented such an observation, our reading (our dear reading, that is) must continue.
We are nearly halfway through the story before the main character is even introduced. However, our author has managed to pull us along all this time without us even questioning: "What is happening? Who are we concerned with?" The groundbreaking arrival of this character leaves an innumerable amount of questions to be answered. Who is this supply depot? What does he have in store for us? What is the truth behind this object's existence?
Quote:
has no hands with which to write.
The truth. The cold, abysmal reality that is the Supply Depot. He has no free will, he is trapped to be a free thinker in a harsh, unforgiving world. This single Supply Depot is the embodiment of all that we have come to realize is wrong in the world. Why is the voice that cries the loudest so quickly silenced? Why must our superiors limit such an already tantalizing existence with an additional hardship? What is the true representation of a man: one who unwittingly accepts the world around him or the mute with the great soul of rebellion stirring in his veins?
Writing like this has become unknown to the world. I suggest that we all give our Oversized-Cat Marine, Saturday, the credit he truly deserves.
