A Shining: Downs

Narrated portrait of an eco-insurance 'salesman' of sorts whose 'magically dark' encounter with an apparition draws in him a leviathan-line for tailoring.

A ghost-fortune intuitions tale inspired by the mortality-disorientations concepts/imagery from the jarring Kubrick-adaptation of The Shining (Stephen King), which I hope you like, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of adaptation offers no ties to the referenced work(s) of inspiration and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' reviews). 

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I was traveling around the country visiting varied jewelry stores to inquire of diamond sources to market my special eco-capitalism superstitions language for conflict-zone gem mining ('blood-diamonds') circulations worry concerning Western investors handshaking warlord-zone operators in Africa for extraction/exploitation of cheap-labor treasures for 'rogue' finance. I considered myself something of an insurance 'boogeyman' for diamonds shine and thought many of my 'clients' were considering me something of a self-titled 'psychic' of mod-Earthling 'sportsmanship' lines for treasure/capitalism hospitality paranoia for adverbs, which made any hostel-station or pit-stop or hotel/motel stay a special hologram for the 'leviathan' of fortune engineering.

This story is of a little girl I encountered during one pit-stop in this Earthling activity of diamonds/paranoia/salesmanship/eco-capitalism, a darling foreigner named Esmerelda who seemed intrigued by my autumn cold-gear head-wrap (scarf) and joked to me I looked like a terrorist from TV-news (e.g., CNN). I told her about the shock of 9/11 and why the invasion imagery of Earth-spaces reminded kids (and teachers!) of aliens and Godzilla, and she seemed quite intrigued and amused! I realized then Esmerelda was showing me something about the 'shining' of everyday-encounters Realism in a work-case involving treasure defenses superstitions. She was a magical incidental 'angel' of human personality in the nexus of fortune's statistics, given my work-goal and eco-capitalism images of hospitality/education/paranoia.

Did I resemble a terrorist to Esmerelda? I sort of did I suddenly thought, in my awkward autumn-cold head-wrap in the hostel/hotel lounge coffee rest position I was in at that moment. I had my coat off and only a t-shirt but my sunglasses and scarf were still on when she ran up to me in that lounge. I finished my coffee and went to the concierge and explained that I was very charmed by the little-girl and wondered where her parents were, and the concierge screamed.

CONCIERGE: Sir, that little girl ('Esmerelda') died in a car-slip outside.

ME: What...like some car sped into the lot in front of the lobby door?

CONCIERGE: Knocked her right dead, sir.

ME: I Just saw her, friend!
CONCIERGE: She said you amused/charmed her, sir?

ME: Remarked on my visage, friend.

CONCIERGE: Perchance you saw her apparition/hologram, for message.

ME: What the hell else am I to think, friend (fine)...Selfie-like.

What was the point of this examination I wondered? I decided to become more of a libertine, convinced Esmerelda had somehow instilled in me some great language for mortality and fortune's arms. I became an eco-terrorist and formed my own unit of blood-diamond interceptions called the "Foreign Irish Republican Army" (F-IRA), invested primarily in the commerce-dogma street-mercantilism insurance 'cleats' threats to fare-dialysis Northern Ireland (United Kingdom).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)