"The matrix was based on Plato's analogy of the cave, and Plato was only referring to the penumbra..." Steve trailed off, distracted by what appeared to be giant air balloons taking off from trees.
"what the fucks a penumbra" asked Claire, eyes focused through the windscreen on the slowly meandering rain.
"its err, its sir, er" Steve was too troubled with the feeling like he had wet himself but his trousers not being damp.
"fuck it, ill look it up on wiki..." Claires voice faded out as she turned to look in the back of the beat up megane. stretching for her bag, her face was inches away from Toby's as he pulled his head up from the CD case.
"got any tissue?" said Toby, his face lashing with sweat.
"you cant do a line and then blow your nose straight away. its not allowed." said Steve trying to be funny but failing by the lack of laughter that followed. Claire swiveled back to face forward and grabbed her i-phone making a cacophony of sounds in the process. "I cant believe those fuckers brainwashed me into buying their products. Everytime i pick it up i have the music from the advert start playing in my head., why did i get my phone out again?"
"I want to go to the stack." Toby announced, his recently snorted downer having the opposite effect.
"The stack doesn't exist" said Steve matter-of-factly.
"then wheres that douch douch douch coming from then" Claire enquired in a tone that suggested more sobriety than was the case. a face of realisation spread across her face and she stooped into the hunched posture of a smartphone, withdrawn for a moment from the group.
"Even if your convinced the stack doesn't exist, because i think the stack exists it exists in my reality." Toby said in a superior tone of voice, looking smug in the process.
"What about god then, because more people believe he exists than don't believe, he exists in some peoples realities, and even in the ones who don't believe because they form a concept of god in their mind they create a form of god in their reality, even if whats been created is a, er, fuck man i felt like i had a really interesting point." Steve stopped speaking and started looking up to see if he could still see the hot air balloons.
"i kind of get your point, but no, the stack exists." Toby retorted, still smug. the decorative upholstery was small red triangles with bits of green as the detail in a portion of black surrounded by grey. Toby looked at the seat in close detail and decided it was like fractals.
"can someone rack me up a line, I'm almost done" Claire announced, limbering up from her time as a hunchback.
"I want to go to the stack, before it stops existing through Steve's malicious thoughts"
"I love this tune" Steve said, the least surreal statement of his night.
"here it is, something to do with shadows or something, why did you bring this word up?" said Claire.
"it was in context with Plato's analogy of the cave" replied Steve
"what the fucks that about?" asked Toby
"Do you really want me to get into or shall we go have a stomp?" said Steve.
The car made a bleep sound simultaneously with the car door slamming shut, like a little melodic accompaniment to the douch douch douch.
"what the fucks a penumbra" asked Claire, eyes focused through the windscreen on the slowly meandering rain.
"its err, its sir, er" Steve was too troubled with the feeling like he had wet himself but his trousers not being damp.
"fuck it, ill look it up on wiki..." Claires voice faded out as she turned to look in the back of the beat up megane. stretching for her bag, her face was inches away from Toby's as he pulled his head up from the CD case.
"got any tissue?" said Toby, his face lashing with sweat.
"you cant do a line and then blow your nose straight away. its not allowed." said Steve trying to be funny but failing by the lack of laughter that followed. Claire swiveled back to face forward and grabbed her i-phone making a cacophony of sounds in the process. "I cant believe those fuckers brainwashed me into buying their products. Everytime i pick it up i have the music from the advert start playing in my head., why did i get my phone out again?"
"I want to go to the stack." Toby announced, his recently snorted downer having the opposite effect.
"The stack doesn't exist" said Steve matter-of-factly.
"then wheres that douch douch douch coming from then" Claire enquired in a tone that suggested more sobriety than was the case. a face of realisation spread across her face and she stooped into the hunched posture of a smartphone, withdrawn for a moment from the group.
"Even if your convinced the stack doesn't exist, because i think the stack exists it exists in my reality." Toby said in a superior tone of voice, looking smug in the process.
"What about god then, because more people believe he exists than don't believe, he exists in some peoples realities, and even in the ones who don't believe because they form a concept of god in their mind they create a form of god in their reality, even if whats been created is a, er, fuck man i felt like i had a really interesting point." Steve stopped speaking and started looking up to see if he could still see the hot air balloons.
"i kind of get your point, but no, the stack exists." Toby retorted, still smug. the decorative upholstery was small red triangles with bits of green as the detail in a portion of black surrounded by grey. Toby looked at the seat in close detail and decided it was like fractals.
"can someone rack me up a line, I'm almost done" Claire announced, limbering up from her time as a hunchback.
"I want to go to the stack, before it stops existing through Steve's malicious thoughts"
"I love this tune" Steve said, the least surreal statement of his night.
"here it is, something to do with shadows or something, why did you bring this word up?" said Claire.
"it was in context with Plato's analogy of the cave" replied Steve
"what the fucks that about?" asked Toby
"Do you really want me to get into or shall we go have a stomp?" said Steve.
The car made a bleep sound simultaneously with the car door slamming shut, like a little melodic accompaniment to the douch douch douch.
I think you should be a satirist.
ReplyDeleteYou'd be good at it.