Still thinking of a suitable title...

I couldn't think up a perfect title for this piece, so I will implore anybody that reads this to suggest a title in the comment they leave...

Pondering a title???
(For those of us..., This is half of El-Maye's face)...

I've always wanted to write a book (or books), but I can't sit long enough to write two lines and I am not a fan of fiction as I get bored by other people's imagination. I have had a story plot and characters in my head for about six years, but I never put a word down. I know if I told an everyday story like other novels, I won't read it (as it would be fiction), so who will?. As a starting writer (who is not conversant with the rules of grammar {I can be modest sometimes}), I can't really start with a topical book. Fiction would be a test, then when I can sit and research, I'll switch up...

Still I write...

In recent times, I have concocted a concept for the perfect tale. Before we go into that, let me explain a predicament. My imagination is vividly abstract and vast (I like to think {how I calculated that conclusion is a proof of vivid abstract imagination}). It gets difficult to explain some ideas as everybody may not understand them even if you express it in the most simple manner. My memory is as lazy as I am (I like to think it is connected to my attention span {or some shit like that}). Don't get me wrong, I remember. But I forget names, birthdays, equations and such more than most people do...

Believe it or not, this stone is an
External memory storage 'device'...

Some concepts are so abstract that we don't understand them fully. This could be because they are what we use to understand them (themselves) and they are dynamic in the way everybody interprets them individually (how they understand them {themselves}). If you are confused, look out closest window and see how the leaves of trees dance in the wind (that's what I am doing right now {no! no! No!, I can't be confused. I am trying your level comprehension and waking your confusion. I just like life [it's the only thing I am permitted to get high on]}, it is a breezy Abuja morning)...

It seems blurry right?...

Now, imagine characters such as Memory, Imagination, Attention, Deception and others in a story (they were not captured in any frame). My predicament (that I promised to explain) is not so much as in creating their personalities as it is in creating a realm in which all of them will coexist and interact with one another. If I can further create and imagine them as good as they can be there, then I will elaborate and draw a plot that will suit their various characters. Then, the perfect story ensues. You might want to read this as a practice write up (on my side of course). I tried to reduce narration as much as possible to give way to dialogue and artistic explanation of my imagination. Maybe I will use personification to give the mundane and earthly but ethereal demeanour (I sabi toast wella, you go fear english na!) so they can be easily absorbed into common consciousness in a better organized tale. This post (as it has come to be now) should be titled "an explanation of..."

Now you think I should have studied Psychology instead of Electrical Engineering.
This (right in the core) is where they both meet Spirituality....

Paranoia and Schizophrenia were existing in a dinner of Thought and exchanging them in the best manner. 

'There's something odd' says Paranoia. 

'He feels there's something odd, does he ever lack doubt?' sighs Schizophrenia. 

'Why would you say such in my presence' retorts Paranoia. 

'Don't tell me you said that out Ski' said Schizophrenia. 

'What!' shouted Paranoia, 'are you at it again?' 

'Say sorry, sorry, I'm sorry' replied Schizophrenia.

'Anyway, there comes Illusorry and Delusorry across that spectrum' announces Paranoia. 

'Why do you always call the twins by the wrong names?' asked Schizophrenia, 'their name are Illusion and Delusion'. 

'I still don't believe they are twins, especially not of knowledge' says Paranoia, 'one is so bright and the other is so not trustworthy'. 

'He doesn't... You don't trust anybody' points out Schizophrenia.

'Hello Mental States' greets Illusion, 'do see the light?' 

'Hello freaks. yes, we see the light and photon particles are not pets' replies Paranoia, 'get an Emotion or something'. 

Delusion puts in with 'that's not a pet, it's an experiment, we want to make a perfect hybrid of...' 

'You don't expect me to walk around with a love or a cute anger' cuts in Illusion, 'Those are for the Mentals, how do you expect a God to flaunt happiness?' 

Paranoia beckons to Schizophrenia and mumbles carelessly. 'I guess both their names are Delusion. God! the plethora of quantum gamma residue out of Energy's arse'. 

Schizophrenia looks away saying 'if this argument continues, it will prove my supreme status. Well, all the voices they say I channel deposit Wisdom'. 

'Ohh! Wow! Ohh!' Screams Delusion 'that is the greatest bundle of subconscious arrogance ever. Destiny should penalize you. And you too. Dissenting Godliness'. 

'You said that out Ski' says Schizophrenia. 

'You make me exist bad with all that soliloquy' says Paranoia. 'Destiny is on an eternal journey with Time, meeting any of us only means a change in state' continues Paranoia. 

'Hey! Thought, come and share ideas with the ignorant' says Illusion, 'we are going to a dimension where Time passes to effect duty of changing Zeitgeist and adulterating Consciousness'. 

They left as Paranoia was advertising a new lone state. Thought dispersed its essence and Devoid paid the round... 

PS: Comment on any errors...