LAB INTERIOR. THE SOUND OF A DOT MATRIX PRINTER.
COOL JAZZ PLAYS EXEGETICALLY.
THE FUMBLING OF PAPER
A VOICE BEGINS READING OUT THE CONTENTS OF A LETTER, BEGINNING WITH
JOHN WELLES: Dear John

I've been poring over this for a while. It feels a little dramatic, sending this -


...JOHN'S VOICE FADES OUT AS WE BEGIN TO HEAR THE VOICE OF THE WRITER OF THIS LETTER,
it's like a wire from someone recently passed, informing you to come posthaste.

WENDY: I've rewritten this particular variant so many times.

Every time I get secretly more pessimistic, that I am trapped in a Zenos paradox of my own construction - that the rules of the game I myself created preclude me from ever reaching my goal.

This letter is like me, starting direct and blunt and becoming devious and intricate. Like looking out at the sundial that is in your garden to realise it has become a body of water clock, then a mechanical grandfather clock, then some elaborate Salvador Dali sculpture. It still tells the time, but in increasingly subtle ways. The Salvador Dali clock seems uninterested in telling you that you are late for your weekly Zoom meeting. It might narrate you that it is hot dogs o'clock, if that helps?

So that is my life now. Time is a construct, so I am sorry if I seem a little distracted.

Yours tardily



Wendy


MUSIC BUILDS AS AN ORGAN PLAYS AND A GUITAR SOLO BEGINS

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