5/1/11

Fugue in D Minor, pt.1



WHOWHEREWHATEWHOWHATWHEREWHOWHAT
HONK HONK HONK HOOONNNNnnnnnnnnnk SKREEEEEEE

2:37.
WHEREAMIWHEREAMIWHEREAMI WHERE WHERE WHERE WHO

2:40.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WHO!

2:52.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO CALM DOWN NO NO NO STOP NO

3:04.
Ok....ok...this...all right...ok...

3:07.
Ok....where am I? This is...desert...look...for...signs...

3:08.
Highway...8? Where's....oh. Arizona? Huh.

 
3: 12.
As far as I can tell, my life began with the road in front of me; a desert highway spotted here and there with trash and stunted trees, lying submissive under a bipolar sky, waffling between (am i dreaming) storms and sun.
I checked my pockets a while back for (anything at all) something that could tell me about myself. The wallet in my back right pocket has a California driver's license in it, reading Michael Wells, (me me me) a thirty-year-old white guy with a ridiculous moustache and some extra pounds. I checked the rearview mirror.
Not me. These pants are probably his, though. Jesus. This man is a whale. Or was a whale.
So why do I have his pants?



2 comments:

  1. So... I'm going to stop here before I continue because I need you to explain what the time stamps (3:12) means, please. Also, have a good Christmas, Hanukkah, Holidays, or whatever you celebrate.

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  2. Yes sir, and same to you. The timestamps are intended to be whatever the character was thinking at that time.
    Now that I think about it, it could be pretty confusing.

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