I can feel the microwaves in my skull, roasting my brain, riding up the cranium and sizzling like the sun on a corpse as his head sticks into the air and dries and rots and roasts and attracts scavengers with the smell of a delectable decaying barbeque. My brains are sparkling with the burns of agitated molecules. My hair falls from its skull and my leg twitches as the broken home appliance cookeds my flesh. Oh thank the lord. The caramel popcorn is done. The machine is beeping. I can feel the sizzle reach into my auditory controls and fry my ears with the sound of hissing hissing whisper whispers, ghosts?s?
The an alternate dimension lies behind a veil of logic, unable to exist with us, it being the true absolute opposite. We are closest in observation to this dimension in silence, all negating qualities of this reality largely removed—not gone, but diminished—shrinks the mathematical distance. A mirror image, the opposite must also move toward center. If our reality is on the other side of zero from this dimension, and our value is 4, then the other value must be -4, and if our value, as determined by level of perceived (we’ll call it) positive --- I think stimuli--- were to drop the 3, then the other dimension would raise to -3, bridging the distance between two entities… Opposites
Silence is the zero. nothing is the zero. Nothing is not often attained. A few individuals must have come close… the ones that might be said to have found the peace in unity of existences, to have found enlightenment. Nirvana. To rid themselves of more than the sensations of the worldly world, of good food and drink and movies that set the mind aflame with positive stimulation, but also the desires of the (positive) body as stimuli, one hovers on a buffer of flesh from true unity.
Inner peace, yin, yang, nirvana and enlightenment
Good versus evil, fortune and disaster
As common themes in life
And theater
or theatre
or basic concepts and ideas forming
the basis thereof
theater, that is,
what else?
The rising from sorry state to one of good fortune,
Falling from good fortune to disaster,
The teeter totter
Kind of
Or the idea,
The concept, or maybe you got the metaphor
Without this.
Yin and yang, you say. Balance, you say. We’ve all seen this before. Nothing new, nothing new.
But its math! Its math. Its an equation dictating everything
That’s enough of that.
2 comments:
I can't say I have any authority when it comes to analyzing stream-of-consciousness. I've had too little experience with it, as a whole - no Joyce, no Woolfe, little Stein.
That said, the rhythm and vocabulary of this blurb were precise and erudite enough that it wasn't tedious to read. I daresay I became absorbed. I liked the switched format, too - the whole thing moved very fluidly.
However, I'm also inclined to caution against using fancy tricks this early in your writing development, because they're often red herrings, and sometimes bely inner insecurities concerning the author's ability to write the fundamentals well (plot, character, especially conflict).
To summarize: I have no idea what I'm saying, or what I'm reading, but I like it, though I recommend focusing on developing a handle on fundamentals.
I can dig it...
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