Igor Mischiyev
Silver Surfer   the cycle

 

Wearing normal clothes, the Silver Surfer takes a stroll through manhattan, joining the stream of people and experiencing the pace of their lives.

Silver Surfer

Do I dwell in a sea of self-pity?
Life and strength still flow in my veins and the power cosmic still is mine!

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On his silver board he soared in the sky, which the sun will soon fill with light, alone and lonely is he the Silver Surfer.

Silver Surfer

I am the center that does not exist, only in the geometry of the abyss.

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He is the arrow of dreams nature. Realizing himself in flight and neutralizing himself by falling to the ground.

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Something was written on the door.

Silver Surfer

The Silver Surfer and the board are one!

Silver Surfer

I still must walk among them and to do so I must cloth myself as they do. For in their savage ignorance they feel only hatred for any among them, who may see different.

Silver Surfer

And now to face what well may be my greatest challenge, I shall walk among men, in an effort to fathom their madness.

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He put himself into motion through the streets like the human beings in order to change its position from one area to another.

Silver Surfer

Even though I am now dressed the same as they, still they stare, still they fear the very sight of me.

Silver Surfer

Humans! Though they walk like men, their world is a fantasy of infants.

Silver Surfer

Why do the earthmen refuse to trust those who are alien, those who are different.

Silver Surfer

This is something they are using to conquering the distance.

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While he stood in one spot waiting for the subway, he divided the travelled distance by the time of travel and he overtook the space of his remaining temporarily inactive walk.

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During a time interval in which the Silver Surfer tried to catch a cab, a periodically repeated sequence of melancholic events occured in the orbit of his celestial body, which started to circle.

Silver Surfer

Here I stand, hopelessly trapped in a world of madness where reason is shunned while violence prevails.

Silver Surfer

Thus you have drawn me down to the savage level of a human or is it the planet itself that makes monsters of us all.

Silver Surfer

I am hated and feared by the very humans my body longs to aid.

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He was the nothing around which this movement rotated for the sole purpose of rotation without the existence of a center unless the whole circle possessed him.

Silver Surfer

Mankind is weak, blinded by fear, haunted by suspicion, but I wish no harm to come to them.

Silver Surfer

I must put aside my sorrows and use my powers wisely to help those below plagued by poverty, crime and tyranny.