“It’s on red.”
The ground. Concrete. Cold. Feel it beneath me…
“Are you sure? Let me see. ”
But the pain, dull pain is still there. And I’m still screaming. But wait…
” No. it’s green now.”
A fog, no a shape is moving through a fog, a mist. What is it? I can’t tell…
“Well, which one is it then for Christ sake?”
Sounds outside my head…deep, male. A conversation.
“It keeps on changing. It’s amber…no, no. It’s red again.”
No, I’m gone. Underneath again.
” Okay, shut it down for a while. Give him a rest. I think he’s had enough.”
Daddy’s got a new car, come out and have a look. ….
” But we have to continue treatment!”
No. I’m reading my comics!
” I am aware of that. But any more and we could risk damaging him permanently. And where would we be then?”
Get out here now! You spend too much time reading those silly fucking…
” Of course. I got carried away..”
Three coins in a fountain, two birds in my bush, four knifes in my chest….
” We would be up shit creek, that’s where. Explaining that to management? Be my guest Malcolm!”
“Wise men say only fools rush in”, Give it a rest Dad, you are drunk…
” But don’t we have to record everything?”
I cheated on her again and again and you know what? I enjoyed it. Every disgusting moment of it.
” Record? Yes. But you forget. They are watching us; every second, every minute, every hour, breath and movement.”
Liars are not born that way. It is their external environment which influences their behaviour incrementally, over a period of…
” Yes. I had forgotten. Sorry.”
When are you coming home? I’ve made dinner. I’ve been waiting ages. I need you.
” So nothing escapes their gaze. It’s all transparent, out in the open. Clarified.”
Some say that he was attacked by a great white shark on Bondi. But I think he did it to himself.
” Can he see us?”
Io Divento Uno. Io divento Uno. Si. Questo è ciò che credo.
“Stop worrying. I told you. He can’t see a thing. It’s a one way mirror. All he can see is himself…and his memories. Poor bugger. You will get used to it.”
Here, I will play you a song. You know Jacques Brel?
” I suppose so.”
By the light of the silvery moon….
” You will. It’s only been a few days. Give it time.”
It took fifteen years for me to realize I had failed him….
” Does he know?”
Have you ever fingered a girl? No, ha ha ha. This lad has never even fingered a girl….Of course I fuckin have…
“Malcolm. I assure you, he knows nothing. Imagine inhaling opium underwater. That’s how far gone he is, dear boy. We are not merely separated by a wall but by vast universes.
Why does the sight of a lame jack russell with one leg make me weep instantly whilst the death of thousands of people….
“Sorry, I’m not used to this. We should feed him.”
Here. Try this. You will love the taste of this. I promise. Tzatziki…
“Yes, we should. But we have to stay within our assigned parameters. ”
Jesus, say something! Say something! He’s gonna ruin the whole production, asshole!
“Yes, yes. Of course. Sorry. I’m not used to this system of working.”
Such a sad little man, wrapped up in my own romantic melancholy. Yeah, the memory of even touching her hair sends chills…
“Like I said, you will get used to it. And so will he. Now, how about a cup of tea?”