The Visitor: Kingdoms (Jr.) Entropy

Portrait of migrant-studies hospitality linked with worldly 'consciousness' for Earthling cleats of a wrought social/cultural/political thermal.

A world hospitality readings tale of superstitious proportions, set in America. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction offers no ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., United Kingdom) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' translations).

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It was a good life for the Satan family, having moved from Algeria and India to America and settled into their Homeland-Jersey prototype suburbia small town (Echelon) house for good hospitality-readings and dreams of fortune and securities for confidence thinking. Amlan Satan, the son, had spent much time in the local library reading about colonialism history in Algeria, India, and Ireland and wanted his parents to host a foreign student from the United Kingdom seeking a special American household sponsor-group for his/her venture into the West for educational activity and exposure to the great amenities of the United States, which had itself been borne of colonialism distances (Facebook-like!).

AMLAN: Well, I found an online feature of a Belfast lady seeking Jersey-hostel.

EMIT (Father): She's some kind of artist seeking commute from Jersey to NY?

NINA (Mother): Cool beans, fam...maybe we're the right-stuff for sponsorship.

AMLAN: I'll write to her from school with my teacher's help (venture-organizer).

EMIT (Father): Cool (do it right...Facebook-like).

SHELBYE: You're quite curious about the troubles of Northern Ireland (UK), pal.

AMLAN: Well, you've got the look of a very focused artist of Irish/Catholic origin!

SHELBYE: You're right about the Hell of Belfast, pal...you never know who's in it!

AMLAN: Sure...I got this nasty-feeling you'd been somehow scarred...or tied.

SHELBYE: If I was (in any way) linked to IRA-UVF (etc.) nonsense, you'd not know.

AMLAN: Sure...to keep my Satan family safe from any dodecahedrons (ok).

SHELBYE: Maybe I'm stealing art for finances and erosion of a bad baron's image.

AMLAN: Somehow someone who funds the UVF to destroy affirmative-action, eh?

SHELBYE: You're learning much in school...stay distant to stay safe (Selfie-like).

AMLAN: Cool beans...I'll keep reading (good luck).

Amlan grew into adulthood and made $15M on Wall-St. in the 2009 mini-crash (Ford) and invested in eco-capitalism 'affairs' in the modern United Kingdom (wow). He never forgot Shelbye, the claimed Belfast artist pupil whom his parents had sponsored for hostel-hospitality for her temp-studies and investments in the United States (sure). He always kept this (secret!) belief that Shelbye wasn't simply a student in transit for immigration dreams but somehow someone (a stranger?) tied to some IRA work for hellmouth(s). Well, maybe it's what finally shaped Amlan's own course of capitalism cleats for his adult Selfie-age of fortune linked 'psyche' challenges to stabilize Earthling vanities for the simplified dodecahedrons of manmade photography (Facebook-like!).

"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)