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The Boy in The Room
The Boy in The Room
A Story About Truth, Companionship, and The Stories We Tell Ourselves
A. 'Yobi' Blumberg, YobiWorks Studios
A. 'Yobi' Blumberg, YobiWorks Studios
Jun 15 · 11 min read
Ever find yourself right where you want to be, yet something nags the back of your mind, some dissatisfaction registered with the way things are?
Being the perfectly unique and awesome YOU, that you are, you decided to do something about it, then dove in, preconceived notions ready in hand to smooth over any unexpected rough spots that may occur in your brilliantly thought out plan!
There is a saying in the service, “No plan survives implementation.”
Those of you who may have planned on one wedding later in your life who now find yourselves contemplating your third (ex). Perhaps 3 months into dating a girl, y’all have a casual conversation about whether or not both of you agree to seriously consider having a child together at some pre-determined, and obvious place in life, only to turn up pregnant 2 weeks later?
You may be fifteen years into a commitment of any kind, and are saying to yourself, “Well, I enjoy it, and I am really good at it, but I don’t love it.”
No matter the situation, many of us will, at some point, find we have committed ourselves to something without fully considering the ramifications of partnering with something or someone that is out of your actual control.
The Boy in The Room posits a Virtual Room where anything you could ever want is at your fingertips, except a friend. Join The Boy as he searches for companionship, finds a commitment he wasn’t expecting, and is faced with a choice he didn’t prepare to make.
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The Boy in The Room
There was a Boy, who lived in a room, but it was not like any other room you might think of.
In this room, the ceiling was the stars in the sky. All the Boy had to do to see any of them was to look up at the ceiling, then spread his hands slowly apart to zoom in on any one he wanted to examine. He could get close to and even explore any of the planets that orbited any star, traveling through the infinite galaxies that were available to see
The walls in The Room were like travel channel jumbo virtual screens, where, with likewise hand and arm gestures, he could conjure up any landscape or time his imagination could construct.
In The Room, all the boy had to do was utter a word to be swept away where he could swing playfully with mighty Gorggifferens, or explore subterranean depths with lithely Serpintiens as they tunneled through concocted soils of fertile imaginations, or ride gigantic, roaring Tzarias soaring among endless multicolored horizons! Indeed, the Boy could discover entire stretches of fun-filled, fascinating days without end!
Yes, his creations entertained the Boy immensely. In fact, he loved all his creations! Like nothing else, he loved TO create, to experience what he made.
In the middle of The Room, there was an interactive “thing” resembling a small fruiting tree of sorts, that could impart knowledge of what was needed so that he had access to whatever it was he might want to know how to do. All that was necessary was to enjoy ingesting the desired instructions as they came encoded in the form of a fruit that the boy could eat
Anything he wished for at all was his to create, explore, or enliven existence. Yet, despite having all that he could imagine, on top of all the wonders that were his at any moment of every day, what he longed for the...
A Story About Truth, Companionship, and The Stories We Tell Ourselves
A. 'Yobi' Blumberg, YobiWorks Studios
A. 'Yobi' Blumberg, YobiWorks Studios
Jun 15 · 11 min read
Ever find yourself right where you want to be, yet something nags the back of your mind, some dissatisfaction registered with the way things are?
Being the perfectly unique and awesome YOU, that you are, you decided to do something about it, then dove in, preconceived notions ready in hand to smooth over any unexpected rough spots that may occur in your brilliantly thought out plan!
There is a saying in the service, “No plan survives implementation.”
Those of you who may have planned on one wedding later in your life who now find yourselves contemplating your third (ex). Perhaps 3 months into dating a girl, y’all have a casual conversation about whether or not both of you agree to seriously consider having a child together at some pre-determined, and obvious place in life, only to turn up pregnant 2 weeks later?
You may be fifteen years into a commitment of any kind, and are saying to yourself, “Well, I enjoy it, and I am really good at it, but I don’t love it.”
No matter the situation, many of us will, at some point, find we have committed ourselves to something without fully considering the ramifications of partnering with something or someone that is out of your actual control.
The Boy in The Room posits a Virtual Room where anything you could ever want is at your fingertips, except a friend. Join The Boy as he searches for companionship, finds a commitment he wasn’t expecting, and is faced with a choice he didn’t prepare to make.
____________________________
The Boy in The Room
There was a Boy, who lived in a room, but it was not like any other room you might think of.
In this room, the ceiling was the stars in the sky. All the Boy had to do to see any of them was to look up at the ceiling, then spread his hands slowly apart to zoom in on any one he wanted to examine. He could get close to and even explore any of the planets that orbited any star, traveling through the infinite galaxies that were available to see
The walls in The Room were like travel channel jumbo virtual screens, where, with likewise hand and arm gestures, he could conjure up any landscape or time his imagination could construct.
In The Room, all the boy had to do was utter a word to be swept away where he could swing playfully with mighty Gorggifferens, or explore subterranean depths with lithely Serpintiens as they tunneled through concocted soils of fertile imaginations, or ride gigantic, roaring Tzarias soaring among endless multicolored horizons! Indeed, the Boy could discover entire stretches of fun-filled, fascinating days without end!
Yes, his creations entertained the Boy immensely. In fact, he loved all his creations! Like nothing else, he loved TO create, to experience what he made.
In the middle of The Room, there was an interactive “thing” resembling a small fruiting tree of sorts, that could impart knowledge of what was needed so that he had access to whatever it was he might want to know how to do. All that was necessary was to enjoy ingesting the desired instructions as they came encoded in the form of a fruit that the boy could eat
Anything he wished for at all was his to create, explore, or enliven existence. Yet, despite having all that he could imagine, on top of all the wonders that were his at any moment of every day, what he longed for the...
