Antonio Markspen
This little brochure is the short summary of my Best Seller (on Earth) called My Getaway from Plorlour.
I would like you to read this not for my own wealth and sake, but for my planet’s citizens. Let’s try to help them together.
Let me start by introducing our solar system:
Our planet has a very strange sun that only emits colorfully reflectable light once a month, on the 11th.
That day may be the time of your life, but do not let this fool you.
THE COLOUR DAY
Firstly, I will tell you about the day only your richest Earth fellows are familiar with. Yes, this is the only day when you can travel to our planet.
It starts when our own “time square” in the captial city reaches zero. Different time zones’ colourful 24 hours start at different periods of the day.
Everything from that point on is seen colourful, just like the way you see things on Earth every day of your life.
Shops open, people paint buildings, themselves and even others with paint bombs. This tradition is called bovali. There are festivals everywhere, neon signs are lit and nightlife is blooming. Everyone has a day off of work; even the shops are automatic, as we have very advanced technology.
It is a tourist attraction for the Earth’s top-tier man.
You get fireworks, laughs and everything you want.
But reality hits when the colour day is off.
THE GREY DAYS
Let me show you the other side of the “story.” The one no one talks about and no one knows about.
Unlike the glorious color day you all know, the rest of the days are cold, bland, rigid and something no one would be eager to visit.
Every single day looks the same, you wake up, go to work, buy groceries, go home, eat, sleep and repeat. This boring cycle is mindrotting, but in the moment you feel like it is worth it for that one day. To spend money, go on programmes. But in reality, is it really worth it?
From my perspective, it is not. But there, they fill your mind with propaganda, the type that makes you think that this is the greatest planet in the whole universe. A place where people have a reason to keep going. They tell you that on Earth, every day is colourless, which makes you unmotivated to get away from Plorlour.
Now to focus more on the colourless days, I will try to express how depressing all of it is. The atmosphere almost feels like a weight on your shoulder that you can not get off. Most people have mental problems and depression caused by the hopelessness. But how could they be happy? Nothing to do besides work, no entertainment, no funky stores open, no cafes, no clubs, no cinemas, nothing. Everything feels pointless.
I have a request and idea I would like your help with. I think we could make glasses/lenses which polarise our sun’s light in a way that everyone could see colour. Every. Day. This could give hope to my humans and could help maintain our planet.
Credits:
Story and book: Sára Radó, Veronika Török, Matilda Ősz.
Streetview and cover art: Matilda Ősz.