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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

 

The Mirror: All photos are pictures of the past

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Where are you the rest of the time?
W: Oh, out and about, or in and a bin.
M: The universe.
W: Yeah, everywhere.
M: You?
W: Why don't you ever believe me, why do you always question me?
M: You thought it had an object?
W: Interviews always have an object, usually to sell papers.
M: I hope that doesn't happen.
W: Don't you want to make some money from my revelations?
M: Where do those ideas come from?
W: From the larger society.
M: To be in the realm of the vulnerable where great plans statistically capture the imagination.
W: Homeless people drinking Coca-Cola.
M: May I introduce you?
W: I'll talk to them while wearing a press pass in my hat.
M: Go ahead, I dare you!
W: I'll dress as a man from the Forties, with a fedora and baggy suit.
M: But you also see the fallings-short, am I right?
W: The Forties were far from perfect.
M: Never mind.
W: Actually, I prefer the Thirties.
M: Sometimes things get so close, they ignite each other.
W: The Thirties ignited the Forties.
M: Why don't you ever believe me, why do you always question me?
W: But I do believe you, I question you only to get to know you better.
M: You only hear it when it comes out of your own mouth?
W: No, that's unjust, I am listening to you closely.
M: Don't you want to make some money from my revelations?
W: For that we need connections.
M: Like?
W: Publishers, I suppose.
M: From the larger society.
W: Yes, we should know some editors from large publishing houses.
M: Now my words are bags of water formed from a porous material that holds nothing.
W: A kind of anti-sponge.
M: So you have to see deep into the molecules?
W: You can do that with an electron microscope.
M: You must think insecurity is cool, then.
W: Does it make you insecure to see the holes in the life-fabric?
M: I shall be able to tell you what I hide in my suitcase.
W: Are you hiding an electron microscope in your suitcase?
M: We could collaborate on a project that takes no time at all.
W: Have you invented a time machine?
M: Then you have no choice but to refuse delivery.
W: I can't sign for the time machine?
M: My life's a shambles.
W: In spite of the time machine?
M: It is not madness.
W: I believe in the time machine, I believe in it fervently.
M: Not my kind of a room.
W: How much room is in the time machine?
M: That is a deflection into the falsity of life on Earth, which is a false thing.
W: So you want a space machine, not a time machine.
M: I don't remember 1997.
W: Maybe you were visiting the future then.
M: You haven't read my script.
W: Did you write a script about your visit to the future?
M: It makes you seem ...
W: I'm in your future script?
M: What about thoughts that one needn't remember?
W: Those don't have to travel into the future with you.
M: Maybe you were visiting the future then.
W: No, I was in the past.
M: Then you'll have to take a few more pictures, whether or not I choose to say anything else.
W: All photos are pictures of the past.
M: Have you invented a time machine?
W: I thought you were the inventor!
M: What did it look like?
W: I didn't get to glimpse the blueprints yet.
M: The gilding is a little tarnished by now.
W: It sounds like a Wells machine.
M: You mean, I'm being worshiped?
W: I don't exactly worship Wells, but I admire his classic storytelling.
M: I can't say.
W: I have to go now.
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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