Learning to Crawl
October 22nd, 2009He wakes from his bed that has become his womb, oblivious to what happened before. He fumbles around trying to get up, but every sense has been reset, as if he himself had been reborn. A few days pass, and he finally throws himself out of the bed. What to do now? He wants to use these limbs, but they won’t respond to any of his attempts at communication. Eventually, after a lot of work, he manages to move a finger. Fantastic- his finger is moving! He twitches it back, something impossible just hours earlier. After hours that roll into days in which he hones his techniques, he can finally climb up to his knees. A bit more used to this unwieldy vehicle, he makes the brave attempt to get back onto his feet.
At first he simply falls and bruises his arms. He repeats and repeats, sometimes giving up and watching the days go by. Other times trying, really trying, so hard to get onto his feet again. As the time passes like an eternity, all the while with him trapped in this living prison, eventually he takes a step! Then another step! Before falling back into his face. More time passes; and eventually he can make it down his stairs.
When he gets to his kitchen, even the thought of making himself breakfast seems like too much effort. Instead he goes straight to check his e-mails- but he sits down and realises he doesn’t even know to how switch it on. Frustrated, he goes outside.
The entire world is making no sense to him. Now and again he sees faces he recognises, some people who attempt to talk to him, but his mind drifts at the pace of his steps.
He eventually stumbles into a meeting. Great work, young man! They loved the video you created; think you could do another one? Feeling more confident in himself, he accepts, and after saying goodbye, makes his way back home.
Now he switches on his computer, and does more work than he has ever done in months. He creates all sorts of videos, some informational, some for a laugh. He designs the best posters the world has ever seen, creates the best music he has ever heard, and generally feels fantastic. He feels so fantastic that he no longer sleeps- weeks and months pass, he has created his own multi-million pound company, he has become his own legal expert, he has become admin assistant, technician, head designer, runner, everything. Business is going great.
Fantastic, he thinks. I can go to sleep now.
He doesn’t wake for 30 days and 30 nights. He curls into a foetal position, being nourished by natures womb. His mind breaks down from lack of use.
Finally, he wakes up from this bed that has become his womb. It’s like learning t crawl all over again.



