Short excerpt from "When" ...
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Look behind the illusion, like journalists are supposed to.
These two are a layer beneath, under the myth that is perpetuated on the
superficial membrane that most take for reality, the game of the frame, said
the one speaker
Oh, such cynicism, said the other.
That's it. Swallow it whole. Did not the boardwalk collapse? The
journalists will be told how it happened, will read the documents given to them
in conspiratorial tones like precious manna that's really manure. Even though
one of them may have witnessed what we had.
Oh, it was a hallucination.
How can you depart from your senses like that, said the one
speaker.
She leaves the frame of the two speakers' reference and slips
between them, ephemeral. He, a wisp, with her, coils a filament around their
left ankles. She and he merge and sing in one voice. The sound brightens the
filaments and sends a message along the outermost layer of the two speakers'
skin so that it appears to be both sound in their ears and printed words to
their optic nerves.
See, said the one speaker. Is that a hallucination?
I am still suspicious. Are we getting the same
message? said the other.
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© 2014 Wes Rehberg
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