Amitong was not in a good mood. He saw 3 black and 4 brown cows around a really small pond. He was not particularly upset, but only mildly disturbed. It’s hard to face that sometimes. It’s the kind of mood that often amounts to nothing. And that's just what happened. He saw the cows, his mood was ruffled, he forgot about it and then he was ok again. Then when he thought about how pointless this mood change was, he was a little disturbed. “Why do these cows bother me so slightly? Or is it the fact that they are around a pond?” He could not bear to hear himself think. The whole thing was degenerating pretty rapidly.
His muses were bovine, his thoughts pedestrian and his mood changes mild. It was very middle-of-the-road. If he were a painter, he would have painted the Mona, if he were a musician he would have played at a sub-local level and if he were a sportsman, he would have always won first round matches, but no more. It was all coming to nothing pretty quickly.
His normalcy needed something extreme, he decided. It was time for him to buy a navy blue shirt. Or maybe brown shoes. No, not the brown shoes. Too much, too soon. He decided also that beer must be had. “But how can beer be different this time?”, he heard himself think and sipped some beer. As was the norm, he fell asleep on his sofa after the first glass. As he woke up in the morning, he saw exceptional people on TV, playing sport beyond the first round, murderers on trial, judges trying the murderers, reporters covering the judges trying the murderers. None of these people was ordinary, he thought. “And yet here I am.” The voice in his head was pithy again, making statements between the ordinary and the normal. He hoped this would disturb him greatly, but he was within control.
And then he thought, “I must do something, I must change my name.”