“Revolución”, de Slawomir Mrozek
In my room the bed was here, the closet there and in the middle of the table.
Until this bored me. then I put the bed there and the closet here.
I was excited for a while because of the novelty. But the boredom came back.
I came to the conclusion that the origin of boredom was the table, or rather, its central and immutable situation.
I moved the table there and the bed in the middle. The result was non-conformist.
The novelty again encouraged me, and as long as it lasted I settled for the nonconformist discomfort I had caused. Well, it happened that I could not sleep with my face turned to the wall, which had always been my favorite position.
But after a certain time the novelty ceased to be such and nothing remained but discomfort. So I put the bed here and the closet in the middle.
This time the change was radical. Since a closet in the middle of a room is more than a nonconformist. It is avant-garde.
But after a certain time ... Ah, if it were not for that "certain time". To be brief, the closet in the middle also stopped appearing to me as something new and extraordinary.
It was necessary to carry out a break, to make a final decision. If within certain limits no true change is possible, then you have to go beyond those limits. When nonconformity is not enough, when the vanguard is ineffective, we must make a revolution.
I decided to sleep in the closet. Anyone who has tried to sleep in a closet, standing, will know that such discomfort does not allow sleeping at all, not to mention the swelling of feet and spinal pain.
Yes, that was the right decision. A success, a total victory. Because this time "some time" was also impotent. After a certain time, then, not only did I not become accustomed to the change-that is, the change was still a change-but, on the contrary, I was becoming more aware of that change, as the pain increased as Time passed.
So everything would have gone perfectly but for my capacity for physical endurance, which proved to have its limits. One night I could not take it anymore. I got out of the closet and got into bed.
I slept three days and three nights at a stretch. Then I put the cabinet next to the wall and the table in the middle, because the closet in the middle bothered me.
Now the bed is back here, the closet there and the table in the middle. And when boredom consumes me, I remember the times when I was a revolutionary.
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"Revolution" by S. Mrozek. Belonging to the play Hard Life