Hupert

Chapter 1 (15/15+?)

Jude was contemplating the whiteness of her sealing and, for the first time, such soothing activity was not successful in containing her restlessness. Her employment on escaping from her thoughts was in vain: she was irresistibly willing to ponder on each of the philosophers’ considerations of that morning, anticipating all the stimulating dialogues she would confront the next day.

However, Jude found her lonely imaginary dialogues not to be enough. Longing for some companionship, she got up and walked to a bar close to her building; but, curiously, its crowded silence was not what her spirits wished for. Perhaps that could be the day she tried something new, thought Jude as she decided to venture a walk outside of the center of town.

The appetite for contact with the different was a new feeling, which guided Jude to the entry of a bar that was in want of the usual silence the normals’ territory required. The place was crowded and its clients were drinking, laughing, and conversing in a deafening tone, while the rare and brief silence moments revealed the playing of a melancholic melody, once called blues.

You may be asking why the blues is not called accordingly to the name of its own genre anymore. The reason why is that, my dear reader, is that the craving of the normal’s inhabitants to not endure classification discussions led them to allow everyone to classify music as they please, after the parting of the philosophers. Jude, for example, identified the “blues” in the category she called “inclusive, but not agreeable according to my taste”.

Jude approached the balcony and ordered a beer.

“Say, what could be the motive of the bringing of a beauty, such as you, madam, to this mortifying bar?” asked the bartender

“But, Socrates, what is Beauty?” asked a man sitting next to Jude. When defied with so engrossing of a question, Socrates, the bartender, directed his attention from Jude to the perplexed customer, preventing himself from seeing Jude’s lips draw a smile.