Saturday, August 27, 2011

Ivan Devoto

penumbra . 1
“Ivan, are you feeling better now?”
“Leave me alone Trinny.”
“Ivan, I don’t think you need to be alone.”
“You’re not supposed to think Trinny; you're a fucking machine.”
“Ivan, I can only make the assumption that you’re resorting to insulting me is a measure of your self-esteem, and will take it as fact from that assumed data that you are not unwell.”
“Fuck off”
Ivan would almost certainly be more comfortable down in the hold with the cargo. In fact, had the whole system not fucked up the launch, that’s exactly where he would be now, suspended in a mental nowhere with his last hopes and dreams frozen at the moment of departure: a deadman. Yes, Ivan is almost certain he’d be more comfortable down in the hold rather than this: trapped in the body of a whale, orbiting the planet with a fucking computer for company.

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5 comments:

Tom said...

stay close to the mute button

Pisces Iscariot said...

Tom: the mute button is not an option for Ivan.

Harlequin said...

i can't wait to see where you go with this one....

Pisces Iscariot said...

Harlequin: It's a bit all-over-the-place at the moment :) I have a cast of 5 humans and a whale and they're all flapping about with no sense of direction.

Moineau en France (LT) said...

oh this resonates! oh yeah ...