WASTED

“You’re wasted man…you’re wasted” I heard a voice from somewhere above. I felt my head being held by a hand that thrust it into the sand. I slowly rose as soon as it loosened its grip. I could taste sand, I could feel its odorless smell… the grains were creeping in my hair, in my eyes, my nostrils... slowly moving deep inside, entering my soul. I didn’t mind any of that except for the sand in my shoes, giving me that that feeling, of my skin melting into sand. My attention traveled from my shoes to my hand. I could see a big hairy foot over where my hand was. I could feel it being crushed and move deep into the sand under the pressure of the big hairy leg.
The sun was too hot for me to be able to look up to find out who was it? Anyways I didn’t care. I wouldn’t have cared if someone had hit me with a baseball bat. I didn’t care to look at the half naked women around me, nor did I care for the waves. With my back to the sea, I was just staring into the sand. But the pain he caused was so unbearable that I had to look up to see who this bastard was? Who couldn’t see me drifting into the oblivion. What does he care about? How does it concern him, whether I’m getting wasted or trashed or whatever. I was always wasted anyways. I look up and the sun blinds me. I see a silhouette of a huge bald man walking away.
‘He’s walking away?’ I manage to get up, grab an empty beer bottle from many lying around the beach, hold it by its neck and follow the man. I’ve already had enough mishaps here (on what was supposed to be a happening trip) that I plan to pour all my frustrations into the big bald head of the giant. Was he actually a giant or was I drunk?
Or was the combined effect of heat on the back of my head and alcohol on my brains giving me a vision that was out of proportion.
Anyways I followed him to a place which now looked more like a desert than a beach beside the sea. And the sea seemed to have disappeared. Suddenly I realized that I wasn’t even following anyone. I was in the middle of nowhere. Does the beach really empty out into a huge bed of sand… a desert, like a river into the sea? Spreading far…endless. And i feel small, insignificant. Where’s everyone else? Where’s the entire humanity? There’s no-one, anywhere, it’s just me and the hot outstretching desert. Me, getting lost, in the desert wastes. Djinns do speak the truth.