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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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