Prose: The Life Of A Mime
Am I a worthy being?
Living this life of mine.
Living this life of mime.
Subdued into the corner where eyes rarely spot my existence, those who have stared have surely been scared and never laid eyes on me again. That's it for you - the life of a mime.
I am a shadow....
A wandering soul...
A mime.
Have you always wondered why a mime copies what you do? It's because we have nothing else to do, we don't exist without a host to feed off, to train us and give us motion and meaning and life.
And why don’t we speak? It's because we forgot how. It's because no one spoke to us, and we were forgotten in our silence and solitude. It because we were unwanted or not needed and so existence became questionable - so much in fact that we stifled the question to point those words would never escape our mouths again.
Have you ever wondered why a mime gets stuck in that box? It's the box of confinement, reminding hopeful, faithful mimes that they will never raise into society again. It traps the mime until it realizes that escape it futile and that no one will touch us again.
Have you ever wondered why a mime's face is so plain? It's because individuality became a myth for the likes of a mime, it's because we can't change the way we look now.
Have you ever wondered why a mime is so sad? Do I really need to answer that, the answer is so simple.
Why is it us who are forced into this life of a mime?
It is not fair! We did not choose to be pushed to the back of the crowd, nor did we choose to be swallowed in the lifeless colours of black and white!
In fact... The mime who finally breaks the seal, that seal that stole our voices, our appearances, our motion, our life - is the mime who won back its soul. Who showed individuality and bravery against the shadow who took them away from us! That mime has won back the respect of those who looked down on it, ignored it. The mime is one with his world once again.
If there was only such a mime...
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IMAGE: Pablo.Barrera
