The same cameras that showed color by day give only black and white images at night. Not light and dark images but ones completely lacking color. For half of the day, screen after screen filled with bright blurs and earthy smudges; for the rest it showed only smoke and shadows.
At(more) her station, Regina yawned and leaned back in her chair. The collar of her coat dug into the side of her neck while she sat. When she'd started, night shift officers didn't need to stay in full uniform.
Those days--or rather those nights--were over.
Behind her triptych of screens, the central wall in the command center cycled apathetically through the various cameras. The images, all black and white, lost all resolution when exploded to a dozen feet high. The empty streets and promenades and squares became rivers, the handful of late-night wanderers became ghosts.
Even ghosts needed to be monitored for rebellious activity.
One of Regina's cameras showed her a plaza with a small fountain, frequented by students and artists (potential dissidents, all of them) during the day. She knew the fountain to be the green of old copper, but at night it was all granite, bubbling silver into the air. Two young people sat on its edge, dangerously close to each other. Regina could assume that the young woman had a dark complexion and the young man a fair one. The charcoal smudges of their hands were pressed together.
They leaned in to one another, the unmistakable gesture of a kiss.
She prayed they'd leave the square before their camera cycled up on the master screen; the boys would hoot and cheer for the whole affair, assuming the worst about the young woman.
Regina sighed. Five hours remained until dawn, when the colors would start to return. (less)
It's just how I see things, I told the shrink. I can't help it, I've tried to imagine grey layers swirling amongst darker and lighter mists of understanding and existence. But anything other than black or white just doesn't make sense to me. It's like math.. I went on.(more) It's either this result or this result. I can't comprehend other results, theoretical results.
The shrink.. who has no name, something long and probably made up along with their degrees and letters before their names. I've been through so many in the last year, forced to I should say, I've been forced to see so many over the last three years of my existence, I wont say life because according to them. I'm not living one, I'm debating one.
It started one morning, I got up and asked myself why I had to get up and rush to work in an office two hours from where I lived. Why did I even get a job in a different town to the one I lived in. I'm afraid it spiraled from there into questioning everything. I got so obsessive over questions I forgot to do stuff, like cook, clean, take the kids to school, remind my husband about his tax return. That after a period of time, My husband finally snapped and started making doctors appointments and here we still are, still clueless, and unable to move passed.(less)