prologue (foreshadowing)
‘Remember when we were digging the crates in that vintage shop? and then as we paid for the things we bought, the shop owner invited us for a cup of tea?’ asked oli.
‘yes i do, why?’ responded adam.
‘Are you, by any chance, familiar with the Proustian moment?’
‘No, what’s that?’
‘Well, do you have any recollection of what type of cake did he serve us?’
‘yes, it was a madeleine, wasn’t it?’
‘damn right, i had a madeleine moment back then. it comes from Marcel Proust himself, a moment of memory influx when you smell, touch or come into contact with something and it just reminds you of all the things associated with a certain period of time’
‘mind me if i say good friend oli, that you’re being random as fuck. why would you be reminded of that right now, russians are on our asses, and it’s likely that this whole queue will turn into a fucking stampede. we have to focus and get to poland, do me that favor, will ya?‘ shrieked adam.
‘all right! but just chew on that meanwhile’
‘i think we’re going to die, adam’ added oli, anxiously.
‘oliver, what do we say when we’re truly afraid of losing hope?’ asked adam, reassuredly
‘i prefer carcinogens to endor-s’ ‘i prefer carcinogens to endorphins!’
‘preffered oliver, in the past tense’
‘i love you man, i thought you should know that’ sobbed oli.
adam, tapping oli on his shoulder: ‘hang in there brother’
Two years earlier: January 03rd , 2019.
Adam and friends leave for a bacchanalian trip at the prairies of volubilis; a remnant of the roman invasion near the region of Meknes. The idea was that he, and his friends, camp somewhere open, easily coordinated, and interesting enough to be included in their interesting list of interesting bits of trivia; a niche list made by oli. Initially, it was salma’s idea because she’s got the hots for adam and she wants to consummate her crush in wilderness. Salma is an architecture student, so it’s a bit prosaic when she says wilderness whilst the most important roman vestiges are not so far from their place. Her, being affluent and clever, could’ve been ideal if it weren’t for her piquant desire to romanticize stalkers and wifebeaters, the tank top thing not actual wifebeaters. at least adam is working on some sort of approach vis a vis her psychopathic obsession, yet, he doesn’t mind her wild polyamory and quite some of her libidinous desires. in fact, he thinks that’s the only hot thing about her. hence, this may or may not be one of those bloody episodes, we’ve had enough right? right? riiiiiiiight? the rest of the group joined a while after; and they go as dina, leyla, oualid, and majed.
part ii: the group formation
Well, how and when the group was formed is quite mundane because it’s either high school or some sort of cult in which friends befriended each other’s friends. the coterie started when adam and dina created a book club in college. a book club so lame nobody registered for. one, because it had no catchy name. two, it had no catchphrase, and three, no chicks—ergo, no boys. adam and dina had an idea which is more or less a nerdy version of MAGA. well, because it literally includes the last syllable of the original idea. a club nobody wanted earlier, is ripe with fuckbois and college divas ex nihilo. Make A Nerd Great Again, has gained unprecedented popularity.
section i: the radical nerd.
‘you’re cancelled’ said the factotum of his own ‘unpopular’ SJW community.
oliver: ‘ what’s the point behind this so called MANGA club anyway?’
adam: *being inordinately passive aggressive with the most adam-esque backhanded compliments* may i say that i fancy that t-shirt of yours, it says ‘mind your own business’ how coincidental?
oliver: like seriously though, for someone who was in charge of quite a handful of clubs, I’d say, this is the most jealous i’ve been. well, not because of the sudden popularity you guys gained, but because of the concept and the potential candidates themselves.
adam: are you saying that you want in? or am i reading wrong?
oliver: more or less, yeah.
oliver joins.
leyla and majed are siblings. their neighbour is oualid. so, considering their neighborly circle, they all joined at once. amongst others, dina and adam were up to their necks. they needed a hand lest everything would fall apart. that’s when oualid, majed, and leyla joined. the club was getting bigger and bigger, and interpersonal relationships were becoming intense. the whole point behind creating the club was to discuss the polemics of their society, a first of its kind considering the extravagant obsession of looks in an academic setting. and obviously, this is a red flag for party animals. with the popularity that the club was gaining, a modicum of divas was becoming uninterested. you’d be asking about fuckbois too, by now, right? those fuckers don’t give up, they’re in balls deep. however, them, not being so much into it but still there for ‘poussoir’ was a blessing in disguise, because with hindsight, the whole thing would bring some of the best minds. regardless of its raison d’etre, the club was more of a variety. a thread adam and dina were hanged by to make the experience a bit more intriguing for the pseudo-nerds. many sessions were held just appropriately given the potential chaos a variety club could bring about. but interestingly enough, members were becoming more and more attached to each other. an unexpected affinity was growing inside like root plant.
section ii: daughter of the dean?
‘holy shit! the dean’s daughter’ says oliver, the factotum. he’s been there more than any set of fresher, sophomore and senior combined. he knows every nook and cranny of that college. almost the majority of the clubs there are either his, or he was part of. the annoying he is, was not much of a nuisance to adam. he actually liked him.
‘how’d you know that?’ wondered adam.
‘bro, do you know what they call me here? 007; 0 poussoir, 0 degrees, 7 times make up exams. meaning, chances of me, knowing people here, are way beyond your expectations’
‘very well then! pardon me sir for i have questioned thy abilities’ responded adam, in a more medieval satire, again.
salma seemed to have her coup de foudre moment— for the french she wants to be; that’s her monologue. she was swept off her feet the moment she saw adam moderating the club, a scene oliver kind of deliberately devised as he left the door ajar for salma to take a peek. he’s an interesting snack that little boy isn’t he? salma did her investigation, quite an understatement given she’s a sucker for stalker fantasies. she used her academic leverage to ask for a vacancy through her father. the club wasn’t actually strict to registration at all. conversely, they’re opening their doors for everyone at all times.
salma joins.
section iii: in re: the trip.
talks about a trip were thrown here and there. presumably, salma’s idea regardless of her intentions. not only within the club’s members was this circulating, but also in the whole campus. adam and friends held a sort of meeting to discuss whether or not should the trip be open to everyone. those who were against, won by a landslide. but one of them vetoed the verdict, and it was the dean’s daughter. yes, quite a bureaucratic description of salma because who the hell wants to veto a decision a few days after they got in. the trip was a way for the club members to get to know each other more and to let go of the stress of academia. but it was still far from happening. a lot of bonding would take place, and by that, i mean salma being on adam’s ass 24/7. she couldn’t get a hold of him in her archaic romantic tactics. she had to be creative, academically. that’s what adam likes apparently. salma would use dina as her way in to win adam’s attention. while she succeded in doing so, adam was careful with her outgoingness. he seemed to have liked some of her kinks, but he is the chivalry-is-not-dead type of person. salma would reek of a thousand flask of alcohol and he’d take good care of her, not in the slightest sexual way. the group prepared the logistics which include; cars, tents, uno, alcohol and secondary-source articles of Frankfurt school—quite suggestive of when shit’s about to get heavy. oh! and i forgot condoms, they were probably somewhere there.
the rest in a few days. loves.
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