This thing...

after coming inside I was blind.

it isn’t to say that I lost my ability to see. my problem was, then, to look at objects and know their purpose or even their names. perhaps a better term for my condition would be aphesia, a lack of ability to label things that i saw. if you asked me what that flat things with legs and a backrest was, i would think and say something like ‘hotdog’, or ‘tamborine’.

so words that i say now regarding what i saw can be very dubious.

I apologize. it is not my intention to sow confusion or hatred, though perhaps it is always the result.

the air was cool. not hot, not cold. it was dry as a jell-o mold. i breathed in and smelled nothing, which is very unusual for me. I tend to be sensitive to that sort of thing.

The kelidoscope was furnished with all kinds of pies. some were shining and bleeping, others were runny and oozing their syrup. i did not dare to touch anything. being in this place is very much like being a baby. you have no way to know what things do here or even how they are called.

the next humidor opened as I approached and the picture frames that I stepped on, lit up and gave a soft, calming sound. I found a clump of comfortable looking chimpanzees there, each facing a small samovar. the samovars had more buttons and i assume these were some kind of workstations. the anemone that stood at the center flailed her tentacles , in rythem.

the sounds turned infrequently between radio stations. i could hear Nirvanna for a moment, then some generic 80′s shcmaltz. the station tuned finally to a classical piece, the brandenburg concerto. i guess the main arachnid was figuring me out, just as much as i was it. it’s only fair.

by the contract, i saw clauses in vertical allignment, each equipped with a helmet , although it was obviously not for a human legal purposes.

my aphesia was becoming stronger. i saw now a massive cyclops in front of me, filled to the brim with water. little teacups were swimming around, but I couldnt make out if they were baroque or neomodern. just too fast for me. to be honest i was starting to get the feeling that this was some Disneyish kind of thing. but I did not retreat, despite my fear of kitch.

moving further in, this time into a tunnel, i was reminded of a visit i had once to a colonial-recreation village. sewing machines roared majestically, while alfalfa sprouts hissed at my approach. clearly i was encouraged to move on, and so I did.

I found myself in the last part, as the walls throbbed moistly. the ground was shaking and I knew the time had come to leave. unfortunstely, the entrance to the chamber was now a tightly closed sphincter. i was worried, to say the least. i cried for help and the thing responded to my cries, with an “ooops...almost got another one..” which was possibly not for my benefit.

darkness enveloped my mind and i found myself on the lush savannah, with the ship and any remains to it ever being there gone. all I had left was a steamed artichoke and a full drinking gourd. hungry predators from both canid and feline sub-families were looking at me suspiciously.

fortunately, I had regained my senses and hurried to find the path home..