March 14, 2019

Alva Noto and Ryuichi Sakamoto - Vrioon


 
 
Look around from outer space, blue globe below.  Zoom, zoom, zoom inwards, pick a country, pick a town, pick a building, pick a person.  

Plunk.  Wake up in bed, early white light consciousness.  Inspect arms, legs, body, get up and go to the mirror.  Unrecognized face looks back, the reflection of another.  Fallen into the body of another person.  White walls, white bed, white blankets.  Pull back curtains, reveal bustle city below, picture cumulous sky above.  Head throbs, no pain, silhouette of the body, Plunk.

Blink, Blink, close to the floor.  Look around, inspect arms, legs, body, fuzzy brown black and cream spotted fur.  Look up, familiar person standing by the window with the curtains pulled.  Waggle out of the room, out of the green door way into the hall way.  Apartment building hall way.  Woman in French work attire and beret opening the door.  Head throbs, no pain, silhouette of the body, Plunk.

Blink, blink.  Look down, see’s curious beagle below.  Gentle pet.  Au revoir to the poochie.   Heads towards elevator.  Notices women’s clothing on self, notices red velvet gloves, feels fancy necklace.  Reflection from sleek silver hardware of elevator wall.  Ding, elevator opens, walks through open spaced marble flooring out to taxi.  Sky threatens to gray.  Gets in taxi.  Pine forest touched with lingerie cigarettes.  Driver effortlessly flows like liquid weaving around traffic.  Reverse sifting from the body being inhabited.  Pulling, stretching, silly putty bubble gum elasticity.  Zoom out, zoom out, zoom outwards.  From person, to building, to town, to country.
Look around from outer space, blue globe below.  Space station throne and large entirely glass building.  Watching all from above. 


Haze, comfortably cloudy semi conscious bliss of pale green butterflies lilting round and round.


Spitter spatter, sky rains while merry go round spins emptily.  Swings in motion with no one on them.  Children’s laughter heard fading away but no one in sight.   Plunk.  All time freezes, all motion halts.  Conscious hopping space being comes from a rip in reality and inspects the play ground.  Poking at the slide, magnifying glass on the swing, scribbling note pad nearly illegible cursive equivalent of alien language.  Space distorts for a moment, all things glitch and lose focus.  Time stop nearly back to normal.  



Explore the back end of the playground, enticing barky thorny vines feel their way forward like an indulgent sin.  Sneak past them, through the portal into darkness.  Caught in a plagued forest.  A wafting smell emanates from further into the woods.  Trip into the mud splash not paying attention, only to the smell.  Shrill yellowed eyes peer from all angles, watching ever the moves you make cautiously through the haunted woods.  Broken scatter-bouts littered here and there.  Terrible evil exists here, but pushing forward to the smell of supple desserts.  Owl hoots from unknown location, comforting is the only normal sound of fauna.  Light fragments darkness, up ahead an exit on a straight forward path.



Step out of the dungeon-esque forest to an opening.  A melancholy, still field presents itself.  Washed colors, masked by a heavy mist.  A heavy feeling of sadness seeps inside every aspect of this field, the trees, the bushes, the water of the pond.  Walk around and explore.  A rock wall in the far back depicts some type of ancient story, a traumatic past associated with the land.  The Forgotten Meadow, unkempt and untouched by time.

A lone fish splashes the pond; a crying echo.  A key floats on the surface, glistens just barely on the un-rusted parts.  The inscription “XII Amu Dahlia” on the key.  Take the key to the rock wall.  It locks in place into one of the pictures, lining up with a calamity from the sky.  A stone to the side moves over slightly, enough space to squeeze behind.  Damp, dank and dark, a mudded pathway leads underground.  The passage way opens up, living quarters of an ancient civilization.  Further down the passage way, a vast, vast opening.  An underground town, forgotten ruins from long ago.  Span the entirety of the buildings..realize a familiarity.  It’s the same city as the beginning.  Panic and shock strike.  Left in silence and awe, witness the underground horizon of the lost city. 

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