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Wednesday, August 30, 2006

 

The Mirror: Internal Shark

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Oh no, I do care, I just don't see you, and therefore I think about you all the time.
W: Imagination is a necessary faculty for playwrights.
M: Maybe you did.
W: I have written a number of plays.
M: Does deep water scare you?
W: Only if it contains sharks.
M: It's my favorite word.
W: Which is your favorite word, "deep" or "water"?
M: Just what secrets do you think I have?
W: I think you're keeping your favorite word(s) a secret.
M: Right now I don't care one way or the other.
W: All the words in the dictionary are fine.
M: What exactly is wrong with a discussion of poetry?
W: Absolutely nothing, let's discuss poetry!
M: (Blindfold off, behind which his eyes are closed)
W: (Removes hat)
M: This is a mixture of madness and eglantine.
W: Where, oh where, is the sweetbriar?
M: I'll just wait and see what tomorrow brings.
W: It may bring a profusion of roses.
M: Thank you for what?
W: For the roses.
M: You mean, you're going to pretend to be grateful?
W: No, you are going to be genuinely grateful.
M: Which is your favorite word, "deep" or "water"?
W: I would say "water."
M: My organization depends on external factors.
W: Water is present both externally and internally.
M: Only if it contains sharks.
W: What kind of sharks are internal?
M: That's why you're here.
W: I'm an internal shark?
M: Where, oh where, is the sweetbriar?
W: Perhaps I am a shark draped in seaweed.
M: In fact, the world is doubly unfair to me.
W: Name the two kinds of unfairness.
M: Now?
W: Yes, please.
M: Do I look satisfied with myself?
W: I don't know which statue represents you.
M: So I push into something that seems unnatural, but that isn't the aim --
W: Would it be unnatural to live inside a statue?
M: It looks like a scissors.
W: I don't see anything in the picture that resembles a scissors.
M: Being a lady does not always work in this society.
W: A lady is always equipped with a pair of embroidery scissors.
M: That is a fragile spell, and can be spoiled.
W: Yes, being a lady is being a hothouse flower, rather.
M: Immerse yourself in the elements.
W: Ladies may ride to hounds.
M: Here are some of your friends.
W: Are they fox hunters?
M: It is too distracting here to continue this conversation.
W: OK.
M: No, don't pick it up, let it lie there reminding us of a whole trajectory of ideas.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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