Martian Notes

Monotone colors somehow become fashionable in the design industry, as it seems nobody noticed that they are synonymous with “the same color”. Designers boast monotone for its simplicity, which sounds like uncreative and artless to me. Such palettes resemble our lives, or particularly my life, as most of the days are painted in monotone, even the art genius could not add color into it, like a black hole that is not actually black but so colorless.

My words cannot simply convey the sense of boredom I have been carrying for days. When you live in a city for nearly ten years, and you have spent pretty much quality time in exploring the local pleasures that are accessible and affordable, the feeling of familiarity has graduated into the evitable sentiment of dreariness. The emotion only deepens especially in the absence of new romantic or friendly encounter, or truthfully speaking, exciting social life. Whenever I see recommendations of unexplored restaurants or cafes, surely in some known locations, I could not help imagining the picture of me being there, hanging out in imaginable surroundings with companions that I have obviously spent too much time with, and trying to gobble down the free-floating boredom with overly priced nourishments. When I finally come back home after such unnatural social gatherings, I pretend to admit that I did this for emotional stability, but internally I just want to yell out how bored I unconsciously felt even during some not-so-boring moments.

I develop some survivor skills for the sudden outburst of mental fatigue over everything. I try to convince myself that monotony is the constant of life, and everyone is having a taste of it. Even some coolest professions, have also cast a spell of dullness on practitioners. The photographers capturing worldly wonders, like animals crossing a desert or the galaxy in the clear night sky, must be no stranger to aloneness. And the astronomers, despite the spotlights of taking off and landing, have to spend so many tedious hours in the airless and soundless universe counting the stars. The extreme case is those are kept in solidary confinement, which is beyond my limited survivor skills and on the scale of counter-boredom, this situation is hardly survivable. 

As my colorless life goes on, I am forced into constantly expanding the skillsets to fight against the invisible enemy, maybe until the last minute of the combat.