THIS WASTE IS NOT A TOY

The idea for the LEGO figure project probably came out of a senselessness of some of the threatening illegal dumping sites sprouting like mushrooms under the cone of darkness devouring all they come across without exception, and the only thing they don’t like is someone to watch them while feasting. Year after year that green plague or tuberculosis, the name it also goes by, is taking more and more lives threatening not to stop to its last. It’s not a matter of conviction that it’s really happening for who knows what’s there in the dark and what the day brings when there’s no daybreak on those dumping sites at all. I’d say it’s like that because even wishes turn into darkness there in a blink of an eye. It’s like a curse, I wasn’t even sure it was my idea any more if it came from a dumping site. If it was mine, then the dumping site is mine as well and then there’s also one in my head, so I should come to terms with it myself. Whatever the case, it’s a stinking thing, and stinking things are known to originate in one’s head. If we had a chance, we could ask the fish, but it’s a very well-known fact that they keep quiet, I guess that’s why all the bad things end up in the water. I often wonder if it’s a game and if yes, who takes part in it and what the point is. Whatever it is, the fee to participate is worth one’s life. To carry on or to stop, that is the question, but how to stop something that never even started? The time no one ever saw didn’t have a start at all. It was obviously pitch-dark and it still is for that monster is spreading, living our lives, so to say. I wonder if we’re alive at all or there’s only darkness in our beings. I wish it were just a short term blindness and that the morning, I’ve been dreaming of, would change everything. Dwelling upon what should be done to beat the dark brought me back to my childhood, when it got dark only for a story to be told or a lullaby to be sung and for nice dreams to follow, dreams where everything was possible. It was the time mornings came right on time for there were strict rules of behaviour my parents raised me by. Back then in kindergarten and school we learned through play and everything was easy and simple, obstacles were far from our world and life was pure joy. That time had its magic of lucid fantasizing and its unforgettable heroes, who, I believe, are still at the wheel of the time machine cruising the pages of children’s books, understandable and joyous to children and so distant to adults. On the borderline of the two worlds day and night meet and it was somehow close to my mind that we should just move the clock forward a bit to the day side and not backwards as the adults do. It occurred to me it would be possible if one of the many children’s heroes was called to help, one of those who have always been ready for great and good deeds. Obviously it was our chance.
In my mind and right in front of my eyes I started seeing a mosaic, a mosaic built of my favourite LEGO bricks I played with as a kid. They were coming out of the box instantly turning into the toy I wished for at that moment. I closed my eyes, opened them again, it was magical, there was my old pal LEGO figure in front of me, the same as it used to be, ready for action. I was back in my childhood, the day was sunny again. It’s simple, it only took remembering the games I enjoyed. Everything was arrayed, plastic bricks got out of the box so the game could start and got back in at the end so a new day could come, a happy one. It’s as clear as day, adults have forgotten the rules of the game and without it there’s no joy, no happiness. The LEGO figure will raise his hand and stand up in the middle of an illegal dumping site to say it was enough, to say that childhood lessons should be revised again and again. Isn’t life a game that has its rules? Mistakes should be corrected along the way so we don’t go off the right track and end up where there’s no way back. The LEGO figure agreed to wear a suit made of cardboard, waste tin, plastic bags only to prevent it from being dumped just anywhere, to prevent the world from becoming a huge illegal dumping site. He will definitely know what to do with it for he comes from the world of pure children’s play. By the way, let us remember that in the state of Denmark, where it came from and where, as we well know, there used to be something rotten, his real name is LEG GODT which means have a good game. Dumping waste in places not meant for it is not a game and definitely not a good one for the world will become a huge dumping site with no road back to childhood.