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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

 

The Mirror: You Have to Shout the Secret Word

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Mountains, strands.
W: Are the strands rivers?
M: Ah yes.
W: Or they could be beaches, I just realized.
M: I've stopped.
W: Too much orthographic input?
M: I moved.
W: Are you playing Go?
M: I didn't see that.
W: I didn't make a move.
M: It's all the same to me.
W: I am not playing Go.
M: Ah, the secret book!
W: Is there a secret book of Go strategy?
M: Name the most important part of everything.
W: The most important part is secret.
M: If you read what I wrote, would you be capable of imagining that also?
W: I cannot imagine your secret weapon.
M: Why should I have feelings about things like that?
W: We all worry about the other fellow's strategy.
M: That said thing would return and reassert its truth.
W: We create and maintain paradigms strictly through verbal input?
M: The world ...
W: ... the flesh and the devil.
M: We all worry about the other fellow's strategy.
W: Do you worry about the Devil's strategy?
M: I find Shakespeare boring at times.
W: What bedeviled Shakespeare?
M: We create and maintain paradigms strictly through verbal input?
W: Shakespeare juggled an awful lot of verbal output.
M: Do you dislike competition as much as I do?
W: No one could dislike competition more than I do.
M: Close your eyes.
W: I can't type with closed eyes.
M: No.
W: I am not a touch-typist.
M: There are so many parts to our shapenote singing.
W: Surely there is room for a hunt-and-peck typist.
M: Then try the other word.
W: The secret word?
M: The problem is when I try to externalize it.
W: You have to shout the secret word.
M: I am not changing the subject, I am following you.
W: All this secrecy, what's it in aid of?
M: I have no way of knowing.
W: Protection.
M: Did you experience a fall?
W: I fell through realms.
M: Farewell!
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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