Memory of the Transparent DogIt all started about the time when all noises had vanished and I found it difficult to focus my eyesMemory of the Transparent Dog8 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I looked for the ground and as I turned my head I noticed that my field of vision had diminished to a circular area in front of my eyes. This feeling was neither frightening nor discomforting, but, quite to the contrary it was more like amazing sensation; I could literally sweep the ground by focusing on one spot and then moving my head slowly in any direction.
I turned my head slowly to the right, following the wall, and saw god (or something similar to god) sitting against it.
I shifted my head to the left in order to focus on the water. I found the bottom of the pan; I raised my head slightly and saw a medium-size black dog approaching. I saw him coming towards the water. The dog began to drink. I raised my hand to push it away from the water; I focused my pinpoint vision on the dog to carry on the movement, and suddenly I saw him become transparent. The water was shiny, viscous liqu
My Life Compared With a BeetleA beetle emerged from a deep hole and stopped a few inches away from my face.My Life Compared With a Beetle8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It seemed to look at me and for a moment I felt that it became aware of my presence, perhaps as I aware of the presence of my death.
I experienced a shiver…
The beetle and I were not that different after all.
Death, like a shadow, was stalking both of us from behind a boulder. I had an extraordinary moment of elation.
The beetle and I were on a par. Neither of us was better than the other.
Our death made us equal…
My elation and joy were so overwhelming that I began to weep.
He was right. He had always been right.
I was living in a most mysterious world and, like everyone else, I was a most mysterious being, and yet I was no more important than a beetle.