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A TUNE splits open your head. Rain ejected back into cloud. Whatever was disturbed
About travel. A PARCEL proves inadequate to rain or else the damaged spine
Of the book happened earlier. I am beckoned to forget THE FANTASY BODY.
But that was the one I liked. Nothing unusual happens in the frame or nothing
At all happens but it gives me an uneasy feeling. Not that I forgot but that what was there
Was what I can’t know. This is a problem for a different branch of knowing things.
I make A FRIEND see my breasts. I know what you’re thinking. Is being in water
A form of boundarylessness. Indeed each form is the form of another form.
Head tilts to the light, in the form of OPHELIA. The frame of the reeds that form the bank.
The procession of spare forms possesses in the aggregate force enough
To hold me under. A pale breezy morning. WILLA enters, wearing this kind
Of over considered get up. URGENT MUSIC as she enters the water.
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The set of SMALL CLOUDS mostly keep to their proper places, orbiting the perimeter of the
Room, only occasionally straying toward the center, approaching a figure there and
Extending momentarily A HAND out of their gray forms, amazing always to see such
Solidity spill out of what isn’t that. THE GLOVE lends each hand an air of luxury, its
Suede texture suggesting the immediacy of touch we won’t get slash we don’t want. The small
Fibers produce an effect below the skin, an easy curse that comes back whenever we
Think of it. So that the touch of THE GLOVE is what is imagined but not so much what is
Sought. At one table, WILLA is seated, hair wet with rain but it does look good or it does
In any case look good when it is glimpsed in THE MIRROR following this scene, during which a
Glimpse can’t exactly be afforded, except at what or who is directly in front of her,
Namely A FRIEND or a figure of some intimacy, whose words remain inaudible under
The general din of the room and also the SWELLING MUSIC that masks whatever
Other traces that might have been detected, though we understand that detection was not
Our province in this case. Each gloved hand as it emerges from its SMALL CLOUD
Holds in its neat grasp a certain class of object, each different, which is offered in
Turn to an occupant of the room, whose inclinations become thereby apparent.
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INT. BEDROOM -- MORNING. Outside rain has begun to fall. This fact is communicated
Primarily by way of its sound as the bedroom’s windows are sparse and also not
Exactly revelatory given the low angle from which they are seen. Carried with the
Rain, or probably more exactly, by the cold front that precedes its appearance is
The scent of SAWDUST. Somewhat incongruous sensation. The shaved sweetness of
Wood being in essence a kind of dryness while rain obviously is what is wet. Even
If the interior itself is not wet. Which in fact it is, in an ambient way, evidenced by
The BLACK MOLD that blooms inside of the closet and also on the low ceiling of
The Bathroom. On the wall opposite the MIRROR is affixed ANOTHER MIRROR, through
The latter of which WILLA is seen exiting the shower, although what is shown is
Not her body in its full length but first a bit of her shoulder and then her hair from
Which fall drops and then streams of water seemingly more water than should
Fall from hair even long hair though its cumulative effect is difficult to judge from the present
Angle that does not reveal the floor where the spilled water presumably gathers. Then
The MIRRORS fog over and a new limit is imposed on one’s already limited impression.
Not every mold called BLACK MOLD is in fact harmful to one’s health. Many aren’t.
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EXT. VERNAL POOL -- NOON. The flatness of the midday lighting is made into something
Else by the drama of the dark CLOUDS that make difficult work for color correctionists
Though they are proud to like its difficulty. One CLOUD gives rain but only for a moment.
The WATER has a milk quality, not that it is white but that it is soft, and proof is provided
As one of the poolside figures places his HAND into the silt and muck. Opposite him, WILLA
Lowers her HAND into the filled rut as well, likewise confirming the texture of the water.
Around the fingers of the crouched figures, INSECTS and LARVAE are busy with some
Thing that doesn’t concern me. I just realized this door closes. Now I’m in pure
Fantasy. Of course the milky quality of the WATER is due as well to the disturbance
Of rain which on a technical level agitates the particulate matter of the mud but it’s wrong
Or presumptive to call this agitation with all of its connotations that do not concern
Particulates. An Agitator appeared in the crowd. Under the small ripples made
By rain the two figures’ hands are touching. Many things can be induced to give milk. Under
The right conditions milk is secreted through the skin, pale and slick as is also the
Silt of the pool and so it is not analogous to milk but is giving its milk as well as are
We. It is just a different kind of milk than the milk I give and so it isn’t recognized at first.
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