Transformation

Last Thursday, the class went to the IMAX theater for the show Transformers 2. An engrossing two hours and fifteen minutes of transforming vehicles and flying parts later, it was time for the class to experience the environment of the Berjaya Times Square. The lecturers left us to our own devices. I started to experience.

In my minds' eye, I could see things transforming. It was an aftermath of watching the movie where everything could change and morph before your very eyes. I realize that subconsciously and unwillingly, the mind is affected by things that they see, as it keeps remembering and replaying thoughts infinitely. The eyes, as the tools, feed the mind with vision that it manipulates freely and according to its wishes. A terrifying thought.

I walked through the food court. I can smell the food on display, food being cooked, food waiting to be cooked.

My legs wandered and I found myself sitting on one of the benches parked in the shopping mall. Located at the middle floor, I can hear the rhythmic breathing of the place. A torrent of sound, indistinguishable, much like the buzzes of bees in their hives. I began to direct my hearing to my left. I began to hear.

A customer is having an engaging conversation with the shopkeeper about the newest trends in town. A little girl begging her father to buy her a toy that she wanted. Footsteps. A person rustling through his pack, looking for something he bought. I direct my attention to the front.

Another person was sitting on a bench in front of me, whispering to his partner. Muffled conversations echo around the hallowed halls, seemingly in tune with symphony of footsteps. I direct my attention to the right.

A shopkeeper is arranging items on the shelves. More footsteps. The distant roar of the indoor roller coaster ride and the yells of their riders intrude my hearing. Clatter of cutlery upon glass plates. A person talking on the phone. These are the music of the mall.

I can smell the scent of new clothes. The scent of perfume. The scent of damp air. The scent of food. The scent of people. I can feel the life inside the shopping mall, pulsating.

I can see. I can smell. I can hear. I can feel.

I can experience.