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ideas' witnesses;
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+2023-01-06
+
+2022-05-04
+
+Interview
+ Olive set herself down on a blue chair with stainless steel gray legs
+that grasped a red tiled floor thinly but strong enough at least for her right
+then. The weather outside was beautiful, a clear sky with few clouds, and the
+sun would rise in an hour, though Olive could see none of this because the
+cramped office in which she and her chair were captive was windowless. The
+silence was set to the beat of Olive tapping her jeans with her nails and
+looking at the, to her, very large vent next to the flickering fluorescent
+light in the suspended ceiling. The cheap desk in front of her wasn't very big
+but still barely left room for her against the wall, on it was miscellaneous
+unsorted paperwork. This was the first, most potent memory Olive would have of
+her time working for Durmer Burger.
+ There came two knocks at the door and it was ajar. The lead manager,
+Paul, smiled with nearly all of his teeth before pulling it open. "Olive, is
+it?"
+ "Yes." Olive stood up and held her hands at her sides, intending to
+shake Paul's hand if he offered his. He didn't and simply sat down behind his
+desk. Olive sat down as well.
+ "This is an impressive resume. You volunteered at the humane society
+for two years?" Paul's salt-and-pepper hair stuck out under a brown DURMER
+WORKER hat.
+ "Yeah. I had some spare time and wanted to help out."
+ "Good, good. I see you did take some cooking classes at school. You
+might be able to teach us a thing or two. I know our kitchen can be a little
+strange to new hires but I think you'll get along fine."
+ "I hope so."
+ "So do you want to stay in the kitchen, or do you want to take orders?
+Maybe a little of both?"
+ Olive looked at the desk for a moment before looking back at Paul. "I
+think starting out in the kitchen would be good, but I don't know."
+ "Alright, kitchen, then play it by ear. Sounds good." Paul put on a
+sickness of a smile and reached out with a bent elbow to shake Olive's hand,
+which she followed.
+ After Olive left the room Paul leaned back in his chair and began to
+seize. Foam fell from his lips onto his gray uniform. The chair fell over to
+Paul's right side, to the door, and Paul hit the side of his head on the
+doorknob as he fell onto the floor while his chair scuffed the beige wall
+behind him. As his blood dripped slowly onto the tile the fluorescents finally
+gave out. Neither the kitchen crew nor the order takers heard Paul die, though
+Sam, who usually was relegated to the fryer in the kitchen, noticed the light
+was off while sneaking out to the dumpster to smoke a joint of marijuana. He
+knocked, asked the order takers where Paul was, and continued out through the
+back entrance to the dumpster. On his way back he noticed Paul's car was still
+parked outside the entrance. Sam checked both bathrooms (each empty) and opened
+the office door ajar to see if Paul maybe was taking a nap on the clock. That's
+when Sam found the body.
+ After Olive left the room she walked out of the restaurant through the
+front entrance, looked up and down the street for traffic, though there rarely
+was any, and crossed Canal Avenue over to the Chinese buffet where she turned
+right and started walking home. She watched ambulances and a police car fly
+down the road and didn't see any significance in it.
+ Paul's shoulder was mostly holding the door shut but Sam could see the
+drool on the floor. He ran away to the front and told the order takers, who
+called the local emergency number. Two ambulances and a police car stopped in
+the drive-through and brought out a stretcher, some paramedics, and a police
+officer. While the paramedics took care of the body the officer questioned
+first the order takers and then Sam, whom the officer noticed was high. Officer
+Daniels didn't make a note of it.
+ On a computer screen somewhere (anywhere) in a factory a worker watched
+a man seize and die on closed circuit television. He picked up a telephone and
+dialed for his superior who was on the same connection. The superior went down
+to the worker's office and stared at the still conveyor belt behind the worker,
+on top of which neatly laid a number of burger wrapper papers. The superior
+asked what the worker was doing and the worker explained that a man had just
+died inside the burger store (Durmer Burger). The supervisor stared at the
+press, then the employee, then the ink buckets that lay beside the press
+peppered with warning labels regarding the composition of the ink. The
+supervisor considered how hot the ink had to be to be in a liquid state. Then,
+silently, the supervisor grabbed the employee by the ear and violently threw
+them into the red tank. The employee opened their mouth to scream but only
+music came out. The most beautiful music the supervisor had heard. It came to a
+crescendo as the worker's face dissolved and they lost consciousness due to
+shock but it played on even after the employee's decrescendo. Red splattered
+onto the burger wrappers.
+
+2022-05-04
+
+Recomposition
+ "Hey." A figure in a black trenchcoat, wearing green circular glasses a
+bit too big for their head, tapped Olive's shoulder as she lay on the road
+foaming at the mouth. "Hey Olive. Wake up."
+ Seeing that Olive was dead, the figure started walking down the road
+backwards, facing Olive. When Olive's body flew up and started walking
+backwards towards Alan's the figure crouched and continued sneaking, staying
+out of Olive's field of view. This figure watched Olive make her way backwards
+to the gas station and eventually made it behind Durmer Burger as Olive
+shuffled backwards towards the ground outside the broken door and lay down in
+front of it. Olive flew into the door and the glass beads on the ground
+arranged themselves into a full sized window pane. The figure waited a minute
+or two on a mechanical wristwatch before heading towards the front of the
+building.
+ All was quiet in the neighborhood. No birds chirped, no squirrels
+rustled trees, and there were no cars on the street. The figure in the black
+trenchcoat retrieved a black purse from their belt, took out a tension rod and
+paper clip, and started to pick the lock. Within a couple seconds they got
+through and held the door open. Soon Olive came running out of the portal.
+ "Hey."
+ Olive clutched her arm and turned around. "Hello?" Her face was twisted
+in pain.
+ "Hi, I'm here to invite you to Saikokon." The figure smiled with a few
+more teeth than fit a human. "It's free!"
+ "Saikokon?"
+ "Yes, yes. It's quite a surprise, isn't it?"
+ Olive looked around her. "What?"
+ The figure frowned and put their purse back on their belt. "Alright,
+well, I'll take that as a yes, which isn't quite consent but otherwise in a
+couple minutes you won't be able to either way. I'm gonna need you to hop on
+this scooter." They took a small, collapsible Razor scooter out of their
+trenchcoat from a strap across their front and unfolded it. "It's a bit shabby
+but I don't like cars' emissions."
+ Olive stared at the scooter. "I'm sorry – this is a lot to process. I
+need medical attention."
+ "Yes, I know, and either you can pour some isopropyl alcohol on your
+arm and die on that street drooling or you can get on this scooter and go to a
+clinic. So which is it?"
+ Olive stepped onto the scooter. Her foot was barely small enough to fit
+on its platform, leaving no room for the other. She adjusted her weight to
+balance.
+ "Great. Now, I'm going to have to ask you not to puke. This is going to
+be extremely disorienting for you. Would you like a blindfold?"
+ "What?"
+ "A blindfold. It obscures your vision."
+ "Why would I want a blindfold?"
+ "In case of inadverdent motion sickness or blindness."
+ "I could go blind?"
+ "You could always go blind."
+ "Will this increase the risks of my losing my sight?"
+ "Olive my dear," the figure grabbed onto the middle of the scooter's
+steering apparatus firmly and steadied themself, "you have never seen." The
+figure started slowly walking, dragging Olive along, both through space and
+time.
+
+ I'm writing this at 0400. I can't sleep.
+ I didn't sleep much the
+ night before this, or the
+ night before that, but I
+ just can't.
+ I can't sleep.
+ I'm not tired, except I'm
+ a little tired - I just
+ yawned. But I'm not
+ tired. I can't sleep.
+ I'm so tired. I don't
+ want to sleep but I need
+ sleep. But I can't sleep.
+
+ I can't sleep
+ ! and I'm awake and I've
+ been awake since noon? I can't
+ remember and yesterday I
+ still only slept maybe a
+ couple hours for which I
+ am thankful but I need sleep.
+ And I can't sleep.
+ And heavy is the head
+ that wears the crown;
+ heavy also is the head of
+ the insomniac, the bitter
+ dead-wake hound that
+ howls in its gutty pain
+ and makes mortals fear
+ its cosmically lucid mind
+ that can strike upon them
+ an understanding so great
+ they too will never sleep
+ again. Never rest their
+ head on a pillow, never
+ lay in sheets, never
+ breathe a great calming
+ breath. They too can't sleep
+ like I can't sleep.
+ Why can't
+ I sleep
+ ? Why must I
+ never sleep
+ but stay on guard and on
+ edge and listening to the
+ rustle of the vents and
+ automotive traffic on the
+ street behind me, past my
+ window? Maybe I can sleep
+ but it's the world that
+ stops me. Maybe I
+ halt the world. I
+ don't care. I
+ just want to sleep
+ ! I
+ need to sleep
+ ! Let me sleep
+ !
+
+
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