"All the Hues
That Fit, We Tint"

Siberia, USA: Today, global warming. Tonight, dark, unless you count the stars. Tomorrow can be reached via time machine. Yesterday, who can remember that far back?

Websafe Studio, blogging since 2003, featuring art, comics, digital whiteboards, virtual characters, Web design, writing

Thursday, November 02, 2006

 

The Mirror: I alter on that evening

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Nobody's there.
W: I am here.
M: It is all very logical, very cynical, very unemotional.
W: I am calm at the moment, it's true.
M: I am driven by the need to show you something, but I don't know what that something is, or was.
W: You had some black-and-white photos of antiques, for a day.
M: I suppose I could dictate something.
W: Please do.
M: Are night and day so different?
W: I would rather work during the day.
M: This is normal.
W: Yes, it's known as "a 9-to-5 job."
M: The clocks were climbing the stairs.
W: The clerks were climbing the walls.
M: I think it's brilliant.
W: My punerationality?
M: Are you listening carefully to the tone of my words?
W: They have been bland blandishments thus far.
M: I know, even intellectual joys wear thin after a while.
W: So what's next on your agenda?
M: God holds all human voices in (H)is head.
W: Are they squawking?
M: I noticed immediately.
W: You noticed the crows?
M: I am calm at the moment, it's true.
W: Even crows can't get you edged up.
M: Rubber and glue!
W: But I didn't insult you!
M: Please do.
W: I would rather not insult you.
M: Google is now acting on its own?
W: Google cannot insult you directly, to my knowledge.
M: Yes, it's known as "a 9-to-5 job."
W: A 40-hour week of insulting people could be wearing.
M: No one could dislike competition more than I do.
W: Competition breeds insults.
M: I was a powerful person.
W: In a "former life"?
M: Later on that evening, there was a reasonable crowd, .
W: Oh, I thought you said "I alter on that evening," as does a werewolf.
M: Again and again and again, the world has been unfair to me.
W: The world is cruel to werewolves, but look at the provocation.
M: Time to re-dish my own dialogue.
W: Verbal provocation is nothing to moon-altering.
M: I am someone.
W: Are you a werewolf?
M: Roses, roses!
W: (Applauds the werewolf, throws bouquet)
M: True, why begin to multitask if you don't want to establish a precedent.
W: Being a werewolf at night and a professional insulter all day --
M: I can't open it, because it is so strongly sealed that it resists me.
W: People lock their doors against werewolves.
M: Because if it happens, what happens goes into its own song and dance.
W: I would not open the door to a dancing werewolf.
M: It is a real title.
W: "Werewolves of London" is a song title.
M: Anthony Lane falls under the category of cultural critic.
W: I wonder what Lane makes of werewolf movies?
M: Well, that's not quite right.
W: Lane sometimes reviews dreck.
M: (In)
W: (Out)
M: Oh, I thought you said "I alter on that evening," as does a werewolf.
W: No, I said, "I have to go."
M: I don't touch you, though I gesture toward you.
W: (Waves goodbye)
M: But if I look closely, I should be able to pick up on that.
W: Bye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

Labels:


posted at 2:52 PM
Comments: Post a Comment



<< Home