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FRIENDS, Chapter 1
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Friends—Chapter 1
WE WERE SIX FRIENDS who had decided in favour of the single bedroom. It had no carpet but the bed would take three or four of us. Our plan was to stay here all together. Anyway one or another would lose themselves in just getting a glass of water, wandering about the kitchen next-door which held another ve friends. The wanderlust lead to swapping bed and floor positions in this respect.
I’d stick to the floor. The coat I used to wear on tour served me as a carpet during this trip, logs, twigs, wood chips and sawdust gradually referring to it. I could always come back to my coat carpet after briefly losing my way among the eleven of us.
The other five were into songs of which a darkened texture seemed imperative. It was earthbound music. Still once in a while, whenever a line or a rhyme caught my ear and, in a manner of speaking, cast my horoscope, I had to laugh. No astrologer could have put it better. Though the kitchen friends had their own magic, we would all cling together, swing together really.
Watching the bonfire, I had a giggle with Berry over a couple who would get lost vice versa—the both of us being in our single bed room, of course. We took the salute while the two of them paraded about. What interested me however was this:
As the couple came through the door, Berry seemed to fall out of their dress. I sure saw that. I wondered who in the world in their imagination was bound to come in instead. Attracted by a melody the others left.
And I turned to Berry:
“Who else of all the folks in the world did you think would come in?”
And they answered:
“Well, exactly and only the two of them.”
That killed me.
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AV4T4RS, Chapter 1
07:30
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Avatars—Chapter 1
“YET THE SUN RISES every day.”
In this exaggeration we had sought shelter again and again on our trip.
It was just after sunrise when I entered the rst level. Given this fact, the earth heated up quickly. Dew few up from the grass as I ran across the wide hilly meadow. The grass tickled the back of my knees. I didn’t know this type of adventure game yet. With feeling things, you know? Out of curiosity I had selected human and gendered and butch as character options. Also trans-racial was for choice. I liked the idea. As a start, I was tall, had broad shoulders and sturdy legs. My sea buckthorn coloured hair was long on the neck. All my body made me want to run and then, the sound of the grass:
I would have sacrifced all my stamina to running through this meadow, listening to the hissing and whispers of the grass. A beautiful mise-en-scène.
Around this time I realised the landscape was giving off the scent of myrrh, I ran into the Jackal.
Jackal was talking to a grandchild:
“Listen, Grandchild, all I can say is that my measuring instruments malfunction.” “They broke down?”
“Not exactly. The instruments are running, but the units of measurement seem to be detached.”
“You assume that the units are no longer correct?”
“Listen ...”
“Or that the measurable variables have escaped our instruments, as you said it would happen? Jackal, is it so?”
“I can’t tell.”
“Why is it so?”
“Grandchild, I cannot tell. Be patient for MaT-ildy to dial in.”
“Kabiramesek, alright then.”
The intervals between their syllables made me uneasy.
“But your intentions haven’t changed.”
The grandchild looked straight into my eyes now. I felt the fxation, though the space between us was vibrating so heavily, I was unsure whether the grandchild had turned to me or I had taken Jackal’s position. But this was not the question. And there was no answer. Our ties were almost tangible.
I heard myself say:
“I will still be your navigator.”
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Friends—Chapter 2 (M.T.’s Version)
THE ELEVEN OF US had left the cabin behind to go find someplace else.
After passing the teeing ground, Luka turned off onto what seemed to be a bypass road.
What is being bypassed on roads of this class? What would the social democratic mayor answer?
“The very metropolitan town of X surely won’t bore you with its suburbia which is soon to be swallowed alive and shat out again as a gold nugget.” ... Or the conservative opposition member:
“This section of X is below my value. It is not even worth the wear and tear on my car tires.” ... Or the liberal deputy mayor:
“Look, monsters!”—“No, we’re suburbanites.”—“Thank you, Mayor of X, you know your duties and put up a wire fence all along the bypass road.”
Whenever one is not willing to inquire and learn a word for something new, the unnamable matter flips into a monstrous matter. Only children know better. Some of them do.
“Look at that monster you’re drawing!”
“It is no monster, they’re called Protoptychus Rudex and they’re classified a dragonal. They share 94.6% of their DNA with a chicken’s.”
It was our blessing routine to split forces. Jahky headed for the monstrous, Berry tried to enter the teeing ground and get an overview of the neighborhood, Dizzee went deeper into the forest, Lomé followed the crows with their cough—their way of preparing for their recitative, which still no one had ever heard.
Who would find someplace interesting, would proceed according to the M.T. survey. I had named it after me. The survey was another routine of ours. It included seven questions with no option of a yes-or-no answer:
1) What does knocking on the door sound like?
2) At what time of day is the door in the shadow of the place itself?
3) How do you know we can occupy the place?
4) How long does it take you to find a night crawler?
5) What is the shape of the footprint?
6) Who would you recognize fist from their shuffling up the hall in this place?
7) ...
My phone rang:
“Dizzee?”
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Unraveling entity
rally the parts of me
weave the touch of my palm
into an orange peel
Tally reality
fully with phantasy
wean the roof of my mouth
from the taste on my tongue
Shapeshift anatomy
chance genealogy
siblings but changelings
please put down your hands (cause I see you)
Short-circuit control
integrate outward
we unite as love
come undone as change
Unrivalled deity
raven me spritually
raid the truth of my scheme
and find Pandrogeny
Bury duality
no sacred secrecy
lift the hinges from time
and excise me from mine
Short-circuit control
integrate outward
we unite as love
come undone as change
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AV4T4RS, Chapter 2
03:59
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Avatars—Chapter 2
I PULLED THE GRANDCHILD’s sledge.
“How long have you been a Jackal?”
I typed in my answer. My mouth opened and frosted breath flew up. My tongue was dry. My voice was so dry it only made a clicking sound.
“You from Sch-Harq-Sch-Havoq?”
Clicking.
I focused on the shushing noise of the skids against the frozen rivulet. Underneath the ice, every now and then a trout would back off deeper down. Spectating a game stream of Level 2, I had seen Sch-Harq-Sch-Havoq before. I remembered its centre having a tower with a sun dial. Even if the particles continued to vibrate, I would recognize that building. Although it would be a pleasure to see it in detail. Ages ago, they used to say, Berry had red at it in a tantrum, and the tower was now littered with small dents. It was probably then, that the lenght of days doubled.
Ever since the sun length and the moon length would stretch across 48 hours time— according to former units of measurement, we don’t say hours anymore. At dusk, sunlight would hang on by the skin of its teeth for long, and a thin layer of moonlight would begin to blend in the twilight even longer before. The doubling came as a surprise. But surprise was not something working in our guts anymore. Certainly not for MaT-ildy.
We tended to remember occurrences and have a concept of memory within time. MaT-ildy was the first to give me this other idea. That the access was rather manifest. MaT-ildy would lay a symbolic time strip out of boughs and twigs and place some books as points of reference, and say:
“You flying along the strip. You passing by this writing. And as You are reading, the writing appealing to You. Because You recognizing your own speaking.
Same with You passing by a being, waving up at You. Both being You.
Being You, flying high, up on the fleecy coat carpet and being You with your bare ass down on the battle field.
True to the Möbius strip.
The writing discomfiting you? Over and over You speaking from the downside of the strip. All being You—killing in the field and you waving back.”
I missed MaT-ildy so much. Broad shoulders, sea buckthorn coloured hair, a voice of glowingly warm palms ... The Grandchild consoled me. We had arrived in a compound outside Sch-Harq-Sch-Havoq.
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FRIENDS, Chapter 3
05:49
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Friends—Chapter 3
AFTER I GOT THE TELEPHONE call from Dizzee, I was of course very intrigued.
"A mansion like a rumour."
Dizzee was right. When I arrived, they had just managed to break the front door open. We stepped inside one by one and all together. Dizzee greeted the lobby with a loud:
“Ho ho!”
The lobby greeted us with its blind windows. The humidity typical of the region sopped the glass in permanent cloudiness. Anyway, the forest leaning against the house allowed no other perspective than dense dark green.
Jahky sat down on one of the deep window sills:
“Woe woe, why would anyone need a separate room if you get to move into a bay window like this?”
We couldn’t believe the lobby would be our improvised home for as long as we wished. For as long as this chapter would last.
I guess that a mansion like a rumour is not a stable starting point for you to accompany me to the annex of this chapter. But you get the rough idea of me and my friends moving in and out of homes, how we topologically move back and forth between dreams and rational realms.
I loved my friends so much. And our five newfound kitchen friends, too.
Did I tell you yet that we all stayed right in the lobby?
We happily yanked our camping mats and sheepskin rugs out of our bags and stowed the measuring instruments away instead. Eleven friends camping right in the lobby of their respective rational realms. Of course there were many rooms: a den, a living room, a dining room, two kitchens and three laundry rooms—ground floor— and a few tens of bedrooms, seven bathrooms and one study upstairs. And I knew very well there was a fully equipped annex. Directly from the lobby, a hallway led off to the right, so it was very easy to reach. But it was also so easy to miss.
The morning of the day that would bring this chapter to a conclusion I made another attempt:
“Nothing comes out of left-field at the end of the hallway. Neat floor plan and all, delicate furnishings in fact. Most likely former residents had questioned an orthodox model of what is chaos and what’s order. Because they didn’t reorganize, the annex was left unused at first, until later they gave up the whole mansion.”
M.T.’s voice resonated from the lobby:
“My dear, I don’t believe that we can really touch what seems to you a very manifest peal to open up boundaries. But we know from one another that each of us is harboring their most intimate chaos. I don’t name mine—I sharing with You all the bare condition of having such intimate secret.”
Lomé concluded:
“A mansion like a call to interrelation and continuum.”
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Finding freedom in a world where it does not easily exist, is the work of liberating yourself.
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Emol Hamburg, Germany
Emol is part of the bands TWISK and plastiq and part of the platforms Vertont and ZOLLO. Musicking is for everybody.
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