Author: Hari Navarro, Staff Writer
The man thought, and his ideas sieved through his orange stalked teeth and rode upon and into the shit swept place that was his brain.
“If this is the end then it’s pretty bloody pathetic”, said this man.
“If this is the end then I would want people to know that I love unspoken questions cast and fired down upon my skin”, said the woman as she paced in a room that used to be a place were wonderful types of bread were baked and sold.
“I also have really special things to say… I fondle down into my hardness and it spits out upon the harder sand and I watch as it folds and dribbles down into the grains. And the heat it curls into the bottom of my eyes and it calls itself stupid names… tell me things to say?”, said the man as he looked up and his eyes rolled and his teeth bit at the tips of his tongue whipped lip.
“What are you looking up at, I feel nothing”
said the woman as she too tongues the hair from her face.
“I see the bloody truth…. I see the veins in the frozen cracks at the edge fence that molests my pathetic life. Years ago two strangers paved the path… so many years ago in Whanganui… my great-grandparents, on a piece of land in the shape of a perfect triangle, next to a railway line and the meat works you will find the portal… I shit you not, the pathway to those you have lost is caught in the grapevines that line the corrugated iron fence that once held this so, so special place intact.
Go there now… contact me I can send you the address… from what I know the original homestead had been pulled down and a prefabricated shed has been put in its place.
The other world is not far beneath the soil…
The other world is full of all those things we have forgotten.
The other world is where my dead people live.
The other world is a place that confuses me and makes me vomit into my hand.
The other world is a fabric of thought and thorn-lined fact.
The other world is this one that we live in right now.
Smile… smile, as you present this thing that you think that you are.
Hari, you have gone to the dark side!! Though the visuals of this were strong, I am confused as to the meaning. Is it letting go of the past and going over to the other side? It was beautifully written!
Hi Dawn, this was my ham-fisted attempt at dealing with how sometimes thoughts of mortality weigh us down. In that its only bleak on the ‘dark side’ because we fear having no control over what comes next. I wanted it to be random lines of thought from random characters… the confusion is central to the point… He said, not really knowing if that is in fact what he was writing about at all 😉 Thanks very much for taking the time to read 🙂
The first time I read this, I understood nothing. The second time I read it I understood even less, but somehow it resonates. So many levels to unrevel, thank you.
Thanks so much… this was a bit of an experiment. So glad you managed to find something of interest in the layers 🙂
“The other world” seems like a place to avoid, but these folks seem to have forever lost the place where bread was baked. Very bleak and metaphorical. Nicely done, Hari.
Thank you, David. In this case I was hoping that this place below was not bleak but rather that it only appeared as such. The other end of the portal is the here and now 🙂 or some such nonsence.