I feel like i’m stalking or shadowing or is it called ghosting? Not sure, but over the last few weeks i’ve been waiting for the right picture to come, and sometimes they don’t, sometimes I have to use my silly mind. So this is what i’m going to do today Rochelle. its been emotional, lets see if I can cobble something together with this photo by Roger Bultot, I’m thinking its in America… which gives me a head start! 

On My Marks…

Get Set…

GO!!!

“Uzuuzzugggzzzhhzh” I think I slurred (or did I buzz) and spat over to my left, onto the floor? Who knew?

Did I spit? It didn’t feel… I don’t remember… was this… this?

My eyes; it’s not so clear, it’s different. Everything seems different, somehow, yet I can’t imagine how things should be. I can’t…

…Imagine…

I reach for something, I used to put something in my mouth. I move, but… I can’t think… there’s no smoke, there’s no fire. There used to be…

I want to smell, taste stuff; pungeant stuff, damp, rancid, faecal.

I leap backwards, high and fast ….

Fuck it…

…Buzzzzzz

There we go folks, 100 words inspired by the compound like picture I see. I imagine and copy Kafka in a modern day version of the Metamorphosis in 100 words… But I’m a fly, not a beetle. Enjoy