death by fear of gods on the eve of the smallest of them

Part two : a sticker can stick to a life

a policeoffice, best described in the numerous semi-actionmovies of the nineties and our own decade

act one : smell whats cooking

He lays down the phone and peels of the sticker saying `pigfest` next to the phone, These last few weeks have seen the habit of trying to make the corners of it stick to the desk as the rest has done before meeting the remainder of the lunch in his trashcan. The moment, as they said is finally here. He grabs his jacket and turns of the lights and locks the door. These last few weeks have seen him leave hour after the other employees. No one tries to change this.. Officer Charles defines the image of a man who had it all, but lost it all to a bottle and a devil with a red dress who promised him the world in a time where he could not see that he allready had it. His wife and two daughters standing as proof of it. He was allowed to call the devil in the red dress whatever he wanted, but she was as far away now as his family.. The bottle however, was only moments away.

She met him in the door and his first thoughts where about how she resembled a certain devil in a red dress. the smell of food drew his thoughts away and he blessed her for her cooking. She made numerous points about it for good reason. Her rice and turkey could make a statue move. He sat down and saw a glass of something resembling Laphroig. Bless her heart. As she started walking and talking around the room. The food, drink, her figure and her well chosen words made him once again dream of a world he knew all to well he had no ability to see no more.

act three : there is a bridge to be built from the edge of the world

the room is lit only by a thin ray of light emerging from between shut curtains. It hits a bed where something is moving. this is all one sees (think cartoonish)

the man sits up and sees to his amusement that his tshirt is still soaking. Purely from his own tears. It fills him with reason and the reassurance that this is really real. His determination does not come from a dream or wishfull thougts. This is going to happen. Now and forever.

the man gets up and sneaks out the door of the room in the motel he never payed for. he finds a road and start to walk on it. Out of this story and out where we can never find him. Seconds before we would have lost sight of him he strays of the road and walks of into something we cant see. looks like a forest.

This whole act up untill this point has only the sound of air and Caramel prisoners

the music fades but the picture lingers. Instead of credits roll a car comes driving down the road just abandoned by the man and the car pulls into the motel. While the woman starts searching the rooms the man wearing a battered police uniform walks into the main hall and pulls the receptionist over the counter and starts punching him and shouting about a man with to much knowledge. The poor vageslave has no information at all and as the focus goes back to the woman who has now found the room she is sure he has squatted this night, a gun goes of and several people wake up from theire dreams thinking as they wake up that cheap motels suck. The couple leaves in a hurry and a cloud of dust.

The owls are not here no more. - pt. one

Part one : the satin sheet

The room is lit by natural light shining trough two large windows with beatiful and expensive curtains. There is a bed in the room with a sleeping grown woman and an unmade other side of the bed where someone has left a shirt and a pair of used socks in a heap right by the pillow.

act one : Mary Jane wakes up early and remembers that her husband had a late night at the office, and as she turns expecting to see his sleeping slightly beirded face she realizes that she is indeed alone in the bed, but that judging by the clothes she can safely asumme that he is somewhere around the house.

she gets up and finds a note on the door.. She goes into a reading position and a voice fills the room. As if she imagines the sound of him reading the letter.

I should first conclude with the ambivalent manifesto I found in the chest-pocket of my messed up shirt this morning.. It gives me goosebumbs and makes me shiver even thou I must have read it about fifteen times now. It is also my reason for writing this note to you, dear.. Here goes :

In every sentence and for the sake of this haven filled to the brim with heathens, also in between every word, line and scrabbled authours comment in the margins, I see the words of a man hiding in the shadows of the truth occuring to him more and more for every word written and in time, read. Is this what they call a catch22? Is this what they call timetravelling? A broken man, forced on his knees by the chain of events unraveling in images before him just as they unraveled mere hours ago last night before it turned into said morning. I do think this qualifies as morning.. The birds are surely whistling theire songs now, the other animals are probably whispering about what has happended over the night. (Atleast I imagine this, but then I remember that we humans are alone in the category of living as opposed to only surviving. Can we claim that, I wonder after feeling what I have felt this night) I want to learn. but then the owls are not here no more and I have lost contact with the open parts of me again.

dear Arthur - I shall meet us on the stones eh?

this concludes my note to you dear.. I cannot find the piece of soulfire I read that made me write this, but remembering that I dont think you are ready for it and that I still wrote it only for myself I am glad of it.

As you might allready have figured out, I am this man also now. Here in the absolution of sweetness manifestated in our life together I am as puzzled by the fact that these written words are of my own making and I truly wish to find the broken manifesto I must have written to inspire this other side of me to write the quoted note about the third note im writing you dear. Oh god, these words are not me.. They are not from the same planet as I am, nor from any planet I ever imagined. These words.. These proofs that there is a colour even darker than what lurks in the shadows of great ages, still reminds me of many things i sure as hell promised both myself and everyone i knew to pass into nothingness.

I have gone out to seek these truths none the less and you could not have stopped me. I could not have either and this I know because you are the better part of me. Always have been. There is some cold turkey in the fridge and some rice on the stove.. I do not know when I will be back, but I felt the tail of something hitting me in the face sometime during the night, And im going away from here to chase it down. goodbye for now dear..

- Arthur

The woman stands still for a moment and sircles the room once or twice. Seemably in confusion. She then lifts the phone of the hook and calls the police. Officer Charles picks up, and old friend of hers..

Part two will be coming soon