moments exist and re-exist in no particular order, like the chuck berry song..;just cruisin around with no particular place to go, or words to that effect.
Humming, chanting , frequencies emerge interact, harmonic overtones flood the bathroom, a rusty tap drips...clear liquid swirling at the exit of a leg, a shoulder..streaked swollen belly, pain disconnected.
Instant flash of fear, pupil dilates. cow in slaughterhouse. Ants swarm looking for protein. Blood. Plastic. Moans. Awed Silence. Pattern and Chaos, Precision and Pure chance. I feel like porcelain one step removed, like if someone touches her she might shatter and I might in turn shatter...one step abstracted.
Naked, blood, shit...hair, head, seems trapped...gloved hands fumble, Dalziel slips out white and blue like a wrung towel, twisty and glistening, He's there, I'm here, She's there, periphery people exist. Timeless yet impossibly quick glimpses of the infinite follow...no mode of communication can describe this..