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six: of Elephants and Endings.


And there was darkness, and the darkness was troubled.
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four: Alice’s Adventures on the Island – and what she found there.

 “Curiouser and Curiouser,” said Alice as she and the Baron walked slowly through the teaming undergrowth of the island. “I mean – it seems to me that a moment ago it was night time, but now we seem to be in the middle of the day.”

The Baron huffed impatiently. “People are always in the middle of something, everybody knows that.”

“Not everybody,” Alice scowled, “because clearly I didn’t know that.”
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four:

once upon a time there was a girl and a ship and once upon a time
a girl in the water.

But when you float, everything is far away.

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two:

"What is that, like, a mantra or something?"

Listening down.

Whispers.

"Leachers, Seeders, Feeders, Breeders.” Just whispers, repeating.

“Maybe he’s crazed.”  and the other voices...

“Maybe you hit him too hard.” are louder.
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one:

"Woah - hold up!"

i said, panting slightly and resting my hands on my knees. That's what they tell you, right?
If you're dizzy, feel faint, bend low and breathe slow, it's the truth i know - i remember it from... somewhere.

The wind is barely touching the sand.
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Three: men. maps and metal

Walking away from the hut of the fast-fingered old woman, I could see the Captain tending to the last of some cargo as it was hauled up from the dock on a treacherous looking pulley; the captain nodded to me and then raised his eyebrows at the ensuing four letter invective that I let fly. Falk had heard just about every sailor’s curse in his time at sea, but rarely so explosively and so continually. I was still swearing and spitting as I strode up to the gangplank.
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Two: The Island

The proud dark ship slipped into the harbour like a cold hand stealing into a glove – waiting for the soft surroundings to warm the tense flesh. Around the shallow inlet there were tropical leaves and petals from a dozen different varieties of flower and tree, layer upon layer, the sunset splashed red and rich and so the dark ship waited for colour also.
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"She was born in a handbag!"
The radio howls and somewhere in the tinnitus inducing white noise is a human voice.
"Oh left on a doorstep," transistor treble, "what she lacks is a back up..." in the small motel bedroom.
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High up, in the plush air conditioned and wired in central office of TaoScience Inc, a man was speaking.

“Man… Dennis – dude,” Marti was apparently groping for words but, as ever, once he found his voice he couldn’t stop. “Dude, you gottta let her go – she’s gone man, you got to, you know, move on.” He put both of his palms face down, flat on the desk as if about to push up into the air.
If this was some sort of practical demonstration Dennis rejected it, he was still gazing out through the office window, through his own burly reflection and out at the clouds and then down to the chaotic streets below.
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(rather a sombre chapter this one.)

phial two

I think perhaps it has to do with time and its interactions with us – the ordering, structure and composition of time, time and the spirit so often mutually antagonistic may yet be revealed as close as kin.

I am staring at the clock.
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