You live in a world of entertainment but it’s all starting to wear very thin. Holes are beginning to appear everywhere in it. ‘How thin can it wear’, you want to know, ‘how thin can it wear before what’s behind it starts to show?’ It can’t wear much thinner than this, you think to yourself. The oh-so-thin entertainment of everyday life…
The fear began in your brain and now it’s spreading out through your entire being – you can feel it travelling through your veins and visiting all the parts of your body. It will soon have reached everywhere. Your brain already knew it you see, but now the rest of you has caught on too. You’re starting to get the picture… The impersonal mechanism of your cerebral cortex, coldly calculating away. There’s no calculating your way out of this one, though. You can calculate away as much as you want to, but it won’t do you the slightest bit of good. There’s no answer there that’s going to help you, you see.
You live in a world of entertainment and that entertainment is all that stands between you and what is going to happen to you when you finally see through it. It’s painful stuff at the best of times! It’s painful stuff at the best of times for sure but now it’s starting to wear terribly thin. It’s starting to tear in places – like a garment that has grown too threadbare to be serviceable anymore. It’s starting to tear asunder, and it cannot be made good again. ‘Alas the garment of sleep doth tear’, you cry out dramatically. ‘Alas for the garment. Alas, alas, alas…’ But no, it’s only a dream you are having – a troubled dream admittedly, but a dream nonetheless.
You leap out of bed, confused and ill at ease. You leap out of bed so recklessly that it’s very nearly the end of you. You very nearly break your neck. Your bedroom is a dreadful mess – it’s full of heaps of old discarded clothes, untidy piles of books and stained china teacups that have been left there far too long. You leap out of bed, eager to distance yourself from the dreams that have been haunting you ruthlessly all night. Your eagerness is very nearly the end of you however because your foot lands upon a teacup and your ankle twists sharply underneath you. The pain is instant and savage and it swiftly brings big fat tears to your bleary eyes. You blubber helplessly, feeling very sorry for yourself. And if that were not bad enough, innumerable disorganized fragments of last night’s dreams now come flooding back to you – poignant dreams, disturbing dreams, dreams of unbearable sadness, dreams that you can neither correctly remember nor properly forget…
