Friday, 2 July 2010

Day dream Visions July 2nd, 2010

  • On the train home, Wmm imagines that the woman opposite him on the train who is talking to her friend on the phone, and is on her way to visit her and use all the resources that her friends house has to offer, such as use the bath even, is talking about plans to amputate her left lower arm and have the stump stitched to the stump of her friend's amputated lower right arm, maybe she the friend has not agreed to it at all or has even talked about the possibility of it with the woman in the train but she knew that this was going to be the best thing that they had done in a long long time together, she was so looking forwards to never walking normally in her life ever again and with a smile on her face continued to chat about it.
  • The elderly man on Wmm's left sitting on the opposite side is talking to his wife on the phone telling her how he is going to stop off at a friend's house, and he talks very loudly to her and her voice comes back over the mobile phone as loud as anything because he has the volume turned up at the highest level and Wmm began to imagine this man saying that he was going to stop there and have his left foot amputated without anaesthetics and probably using kitchen appliances because he wants to have his knee joint fused to the knee joint of the man sitting next to him, the other man suddenly says that yes this is so, because they've become best pals since the old man gave him ten pounds and so he can't wait to have this man's knee joint fused to his own, because then they could walk everywhere together and have some of the best conversations.
  • Wmm gets on the final bus to go home and sits down.  A man stands before Wmm where he is sitting down on this single decker hopper bus. The man is an Indian man with a bald head, wearing an orange t-shirt with the back of his head towards Wmm and he is listening to music through a pair of small headphones.  In Wmm's mind's eye, the man's face becomes covered in a mask of skinless muscle and tendons that have grown out of his skin, almost like a cancer. The man is surrounded by a virtual drumkit, where holographic projections of circles surround him so that he can touch them with his head, ears, shoulders, arms and elbows while he stands there in the bus, and make various strange little percussion noises. This man stands there experiencing all the wonder that he could want to create. However he turns around to Wmm and asks him to join in by singing, but this would mean that Wmm would have to grow a mask, one that would be like an iron mask with a life of its own that pierces Wmm's face with wires that fused with his nervous system and muscles, and begins to contort his whole skull into the strangest of shapes that were not quite human. Wmm wasn't sure if he wanted this because he wasn't the person to want to join in with a band and sing, even if it was just a primal howl that the person wanted to accompany his drumming. Wmm wondered if this was perhaps a displaced conversation and really the person was talking to whoever had been sitting half an hour earlier where Wmm was sitting , or maybe he was really talking to someone that wasn't present but Wmm had briefly spoken to an hour earlier, an acquaintance named M who often seemed threatening no matter how nice, genuine, and open he was, who was very much into music.

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