A/N: This was my Transcendentalism project for English. There was a start of analysis I did for this but I am unsure if I will post it… And please keep in mind that not everything is revealed about the characters, ie. Sakura’s background and why she is in France when she is Japanese. Also, keep in mind that the project’s purpose was to express the ideas of Transcendentalism, which is expressed within the dialogue rather than imagery.

The Embodiment of a Transcendentalist

A young lady with ocean blue eyes was packing clothes from her closet into her leather luggage bag. Beside her stood a young man wearing casual attire. His face wore a frown as he observed her packing.

“Why are you leaving?” the man questioned, “”It’s only been one month since you left France to come here.”

“I can’t stand to live in a place that will not allow me my freedoms as an individual.”

“What do you mean? France offers everything that you can imagine!” he half-shouted with a tone of optimism.

“Are you blind? Just look at the role of the media and the government! The news broadcast exaggerates so much, things about celebrities, that the truth is swept into a dark corner!” Her packing became more rushed than before. “No, I will not tolerate it anymore. It’s not just France but the entire world as well. That’s why I’m going to live in the forest like our native ancestors!” She closed the bag and hurried out of the apartment.

“Sakura, wait!” He ran to catch up with her and eventually he met up with her at the entrance of the apartment complex.

“Don’t you understand, Daisuke? Society corrupts and it limits the individuality of everyone. The media emphasizes the looks of models and how to look pretty so that the people will drop their own ways to pursue that and in the process they lose their own sense of themselves.” That was Sakura’s parting words as Daisuke lost track of her in the oncoming crowd.

Months went by and Sakura was not seen in the vivacious cities of France. Curious of what became of Sakura, Daisuke visited the only woods that Sakura could go to. Within the woods, he found a hut made out of wood stationed by the side of a creek. Freshly catched fish were laid out upon a handmade table sitting a few feet from the hut.

Looking up from the fish, he noticed a reformed Sakura emerging from the hut. Her medium length brown hair now reached down to her behind. Sakura lacked the proper clothes she wore before and now wore an animal fur tunic as a garment.

“Oh, hello.” Sakura calmly said as Daisuke clenched his fists.

“That’s all you have to say after several months!?”

“Why yes, don’t tell me that you expected me to return to the ever-corrupting cities?”

“How do you live without technology?”

“The Native Americans did and so did the ancient Romans.”

“Why?”

“It’s simplicity…and freedom.”

This story is a repost from my blog on myspace.

-Otaku Sage of Llamas