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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

 

The Mirror: Quid pro quo vadis

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: The hand did continue when the mind did not.
W: Sounds like body smarts.
M: I have to go.
W: Don't go yet!
M: Where did I last see you?
W: At the computer, I suppose.
M: Children followed a bright light in the sky.
W: I feel like I'm keeping you.
M: How does one exit?
W: Maybe you don't really want to.
M: But I wasn't going to say "Oh."
W: You were going to go.
M: I remember seeing it.
W: The bright light?
M: Not really!
W: Not time for that yet.
M: So the upset would appear on the surface of my life, as if developed by the exotic chemicals of that "throw into life" I gave myself.
W: Are you a photographer?
M: You said you reject wisdom.
W: I never said such a thing, I wouldn't.
M: Good second requirement, now what's the third?
W: But I didn't say much of anything in the first place!
M: The bright light?
W: That was a children's project.
M: The bees are thinking of nothing but coffee tables.
W: There might be sugar chargers.
M: Are you a photographer?
W: I would like to be.
M: It vanishes.
W: The lady vanishes with my hope of being a photographer.
M: But I didn't say much of anything in the first place!
W: You can win second place in the conversational race if you want.
M: So stay here.
[Connection crashed]
W: Hello?
M: He could be a ghost.
W: The ghost of a chance meeting.
M: (Looks about)
W: He isn't there, at least not to the naked eye.
M: The flower store strode into pure flower.
W: Flowers concealed him.
M: And it lasts but a few moments, and leaves.
W: The bloom?
M: Why?
W: All must pass.
M: Just in time.
W: Was a disaster in the offing?
M: What comes out?
W: What derives?
M: Have you tasted Proust's madeleines?
W: No, only shortbread.
M: When the bottles collapsed, the milk collapsed.
W: But they were drinking tea.
M: (Gives, pause)
W: I don't want tea.
M: What must I say to keep you from leaving me alone?
W: Before, you couldn't wait to get rid of me.
M: What derives?
W: Quid pro quo vadis.
M: I have no idea.
W: Why not?
M: Do you need better protection?
W: I need protection from fake Latin.
M: It was the newspaper that was doing these things.
W: What kind of newspaper protects people from fake Latin?
M: Should I wear it?
W: You can wear a paper hat.
M: Are you hailing someone on the street?
W: A taxi might not want to stop for a person wearing a newspaper hat.
M: What are we going to improvise, a play?
W: Just a conversation.
M: I wonder if it's still there.
W: It is in the transcripts.
M: Both of them, I guess.
W: There are more than two transcripts, because there have been more than two conversations.
M: The way you say "Well" and nod your head ...
W: Does it annoy you?
M: (Taken)
W: Point taken!
M: Pluto is the god of the underworld.
W: I never disputed that.
M: Is it a whim, to have behavior instead of reality?
W: Sounds like Skinner's whim.
M: What kind of newspaper protects people from fake Latin?
W: Skinner's paper.
M: This is no contradiction.
W: I was only joking.
M: Does it annoy you?
W: Some people's joking annoys me.
M: You are confused?
[Connection crashed]
W: Hello?
M: You don't have to agree with everything I say.
W: I am not confused, and I am not agreeable.
M: Where did you exhaust yourself?
W: Well before this conversation.
M: Poetry may involve repetition.
W: Too many hellos?
M: An alien chess player.
W: That sounds a little daunting.
M: I haven't bored you, then?
W: No, but I will take my leave now.
M: I don't want lying answers to my important questions.
W: I told the truth.
M: Who are they?
W: Bye!
M: Closing in 1 second ... Goodbye!

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