my travel companions were everyone i know in quick random succession that meet accidentally in the dark dank toilet with no walls that seems like a medieval dungeon. women whom i meet there shitting buttocks exposed as they seem to have entered the men’s toilet instead. and then there were the chinese men who stared me down in the locker room outside the toilet that was cold and blue and metallic; until they a really close and one of them leeringly asked for my woodland floaters.
can he borrow them for the night? i relent, as i have other shoes.
there are a few doors that lead to the toilet but most of them open upon a dead wall with plumbing fixtures. omkar climbs the stairs and his father follows curiously into the dungeon. i say.; ‘see- architecture is tough’. but we have to leave this place. everyone i already know in one car in a quick succession of jump cuts and in the other the irish black haired rock star in leather jacket and boots has his black fiat with u2 in blur neon etched on top. the hot girls go with him. the reason why we were leaving was because the irish man’s polar bears had demolished the two red brick buildings in which we were living by climbing to the top. the whole edifice had come crumbling down over our heads.
all this would have been enough to drive me mad but there was also the old man driving my car whose wife sat behind knitting something. i pick one end up and exclaim that it seems to be a fine lace doily for the whole car- a beetle – and i was holding the portion for the wheel in my hand.
it was the knowledge that this was all only a film that kept me sane through the dream. that- and the voice of god kept telling me the reasons for everything.
moral of the story: it seems that we are kept sane in the face of madness by the knowledge that all is maya, and by the fact that it is not our responsibility as somebody else made the rules- big brother?