Inbetween daze.

"There's something else chief, the bodies, th-they showed si-s-signs of cannibalism!" [Zzzzzzzzzzt] Mark, Gav and I, we brush past one another in the halls and you can feel it, there is something straining just bellow the surface, an unspoken tension that underlies everything we do and say. I deal with this by watching too much television, carting home arm-load after arm-load of B grade horror films from the local videostore and burning out my retinas until well into the witching hour. [Zzzzzzzzzzt] "This is the New York City Police Department's emergency number 9 1 1. There is no one in at the moment, you are listening to a recording. At the sound of the beep leave your name, telephone number, a short description of the crime, and the perpetrators."


Mark hasn't worked in weeks, he keeps going away for days at a time up to the snow to make some snowboarding video that will never happen. He's blown the limit on his credit cards and has had to resort to selling drugs up at the snow to keep his head above water. [Zzzzzzzzzzt] "There's a man here with some sort of a parasite on his arm. It's assimilating his flesh at a frightening speed!" [Zzzzzzzzzzt] On the odd occasion when Mark is home no food in the fridge is safe, he's never here long enough to shop, and if he does he leaves before he eats it and we have to throw it out before he returns. He'll walk in the door devour a 500g block of somone else's cheese and go to sleep, wake up either in the middle of the night or after we've left the house for the day eat all our bread, drink the milk and be gone back up to the snow before we realise that we are all out of everything.


"She says some monster came out of the sewer and ate her grandfather." [Zzzzzzzzzzt] Meanwhile Gav is slowly slipping over to the dark side. Things between him and Bec, the mother of his children have degenerated to a point where he is breaking into her house to take photo's to give to the Department of Human Services (DHS), he has a snap-lock bag in the kitchen where he keeps all the joint roaches he steals from her ashtray when he is on one of his photography assignments, he claims to be keeping them for DNA testing to prove to the DHS that she is back on drugs. [Zzzzzzzzzzt] "What are you kidding? Your man has a camera, mine has a flamethrower."


"Every dead body that is not exterminated becomes one of them. It gets up and kills, the people it kills get up and kill!" [Zzzzzzzzzzt] I am the center of calm in our house, I go to work, watch television and take up my listening post with both Gav and Mark, one ear and one eye on the television, one ear and one eye on them; I get to hear about how Mark is trying to pressure Gav into financing some ridiculous drug deal, when Mark comes to confess his imminent financial ruin I am half listening, sometimes Gav will stick a digital camera under my nose and show me the horrors of Bec's house, I'll glance down and grunt. [Zzzzzzzzzzt] "Do you believe in reincarnation Eve? I do, but then I am immortal and I have seen the same souls inhabit different beings throughout history." [Zzzzzzzzzzt] This space in the middle is mine, stuck somewhere between awake and asleep, between a fantasy world of imginary predators and a predatory reality where my housemates have waged a psychic cold war on reality. [Zzzzzzzzzzt] It took me three-hundred years to find you. I've waited so very long to find out you are not a god. You are evil!" [Zzzzzzzzzzt] [CLICK]