usually mouse process:
Mouse—> interpretation—> narrative (further perpetuating the mice)
Mouse process, as of yesterday:
real Mouse—> un consensual dream—-> real Mouse …….yikes yikes yikes
last night I had my first mouse dream ever, mice usually only gain importance when i write about them and make symbolic associations
but last night they actually entered my subconscious and dream
( symbolical existence become associated to real)
maybe because I was trying to catch this one mouse in my room before I fell asleep
anyways in the dream escaped mice had given birth and there were thousands of them but some were mutated and half formed with huge eyes
All crawling towards me but never menacing
the real mice and the mouse narrative, though seemingly romanticized and fantastical have always still operated realistically in terms of symbolic status to body and space but with this new dream presence mouse status has become more confused
the exact place of the interlude is unclear xx
(this is not Alix, new bodily conditions this week)
SCENE 1: ENTER CARPETED APARTMENT CLOSET TO SIDE OF WALL MIRROR IS PRESENT REFLECTING CLOSET
FIGURE ENTERS SCENE IN CHEETAH PRINTED DRESS
CAT MEOW IS HEARD, INSINUATION THAT CAT IS PRESENT OUTSIDE APARTMENT
SCENE 7: The Funeral Studio in MME IRMA’S listing of the Studios. The studio is in ruins. The lace and velvet are torn. The art cial wreaths are tattered. An impression ofdesolation. IRMA’S dress is in rags. So is the suit of THE CHIEF OF POLICE. ARTHUR’S corpse is lying on a kind offake tomb offake black marble. Nearby, a new character, THE COURT ENVOY. Embassy un orm. He is the only one un scathed. CARMEN is dressed as at the beginning. A tremendous explosion. Everything shatters.
IRMA : Not at all , your Excellency. It’s make-believe that these gentlemen want. The Minister desired a fake corpse. But this one is real. Look at it : it’s truer than life . His entire being is speeding towards immobility .
the other day a cat jumped into my garden and I touched it
mice dead in my closet
, was relieved to have found one but also semi-disappointed
image of dead mouse in closet + delirious stomach flu fever displaced into fiction of sensationalized battle
MaRTYR MARTYR MARTYR ETERNAL VALUES ETERNAL REVOLUTION
I drank the almond milk and it had gone bad which was probably why I got sick and nothing to do with my mice poisoning me
realized mouse was actual martyr and I was but a lowly pawn.
…for the past 2 days I have been trying to catch the rogue mice, I caught one late at night returning drunk from a party, the mouse was on my table by my almond milk….I realized then that every surface in my home may have been scurried upon by the mice at one point or another leading to intense hygienic procedures in which I placed every food item in my fridge and diligently washed my hands
LISTEN TO THIS WHILE READING. DO NOT WAIT FOR IT TO LOAD, RETURN STRAIGHT TO EMAIL TAB AND WAIT FOR IT TO START IF YOU CANNOT DO THIS, THEN FINISH READING LATER.
ROMANTIC INTERLUDE …product of mouse dream? or preceding it?
I had the stomach flu for two days and thought that the mice may have caused this, I was bed ridden the entire weekend but found a sort of romanticist sense of martyrdom in the idea of sweating to death, a shiny wet corpse blissfully delirious as my mice observed my slow death from whatever corner they were hiding in
I wouldn’t have to worry about my land-
lord because my corpse would be more problematic than my escaped mice
I picture mice making nest of my body…beautiful return