Dead language

He said that he hated his country. Disgusted by the people which lived in it, he took his memories and language fading away in another dream.

There, in the brave new country, he realized that it was not home. But that was not a thing that could bother him, as apparently they were traveling. His home was not his country, as his country did not exist anymore, even in a dream of a dream.

He said that "country" was a concept so far and so abstract, that it lost its sense. Was just a world for play, just a name given to a land or some kind of strange social convention.

And so, the time passed. And all that he kept were the memories of his old land. Some old forgiven land, that had teach him how to run without looking back. He dreamed spreading the word that his country did not exist anymore and the language he spoke was a dead one.

His country's flag just stood for some things that happened long time ago, things that were done by people, not by the flags colors. He tried to invent a drug which could make him not see the colors that composed the flag. But taking too much of the drug, he went blind.

With time, he started to invent a new language, in order to leave aside all that he had left. He created some new words, but realizing that he was the only one who could understand the language, he just went mutely.

From time to time, he met with others that spoke the language which was dead for him. He built a strange ear device that could block those words, but using it he became deaf.

Without being able to see, talk and hear, he retreated in his memories. Memories which constantly reminded him of that land, but he could not erase those.