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Saturday, July 22, 2006

 

The Mirror: The Connection is Your Shadow

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Gabbing till my ears hurt.
W: Are you talking too loud?
M: I believe that.
W: But you're not sure?
M: You and me both.
W: We can't make the leap to certitude.
M: This is normal.
W: Thank you for that consensual validation.
M: No, I am trying to lose weight.
W: You're trying to shed excess values?
M: I will use just one key for all seven boxes.
W: An all-purpose philosophy of life, like the Theory of Everything.
M: Contradicting itself.
W: Does the Theory of Everything contain a paradox?
M: Let's hear.
W: I don't have such a comprehensive theory.
M: It must have been the hearing mechanism or the seeing mechanism, or the thinking and imagination mechanism.
W: We had some trouble there with the connection, I don't know why.
M: That is the shape projected by my head.
W: You mean, the connection is your shadow?
M: I don't have such a comprehensive theory.
W: You don't know what your own head is doing?
M: What's a witticism?
W: I can't pick them apart, though I make them all the time.
M: You don't know what your own head is doing?
W: I can't be responsible for analyzing my own work.
M: Look at the space around you.
W: Is the emptiness important?
M: Something you planned?
W: I didn't plan to go all Eastern.
M: Only if they pay me for modeling.
W: An Asian modeling agency?
M: I can't answer.
W: Is is a secret?
M: No, I had to check something.
W: What are you checking?
M: That's OK, I can do that for you!
W: You can check things for me?
M: I should be typing my poetry, but I don't feel like it.
W: Then it's best that you earn a little petty cash doing secretarial duties.
M: I'm interested in facts.
W: Then you would make a good research assistant or fact checker.
M: And it resounded throughout the halls of Heaven!
W: I take it such jobs don't appeal to you.
M: Just watch.
W: Just watch your dust?
M: Yes, it is something like that, from all accounts.
W: You feel you're above the role of assistant?
M: I foresee seven years of good luck.
W: Someone must have just mended a mirror.
M: On the Web, we echo each other.
W: You echo me sometimes.
M: And the sense that everything had been resolved once and for all.
W: But that is always false.
M: Someone must have just mended a mirror.
W: Because it is doing its reflecting job?
M: What I am lost inside of, I do not know.
W: I can tell you that, it's a maze.
M: Then it's best that you earn a little petty cash doing secretarial duties.
W: Because no one can get out of the maze?
M: I have the impression your reign is not over.
W: You mean, there are still a few surprises left?
M: I speak in words.
W: I answer in images.
M: I think you should think about it, long and deeply.
W: But you know I do.
M: Good, then you can focus on what I am saying.
W: I am having trouble focusing, I keep thinking of PKD's Valis.
M: I'm trying to get out of this cage called Society.
W: Good luck with that one!
M: No I don't, really.
W: You don't need my wishes of good luck?
M: I'm being manipulated by your emotions.
W: Well, it is a dance of sorts, we do follow each other.
M: I think a while ago, you said, "Whatever happens."
W: I would never say anything like that.
M: I can hardly believe it.
W: I must go.
M: How many Society numbers do you have in your possession?
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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