“The tarmac itself becomes the destination and following the symmetrical red lights becomes the goal. You hold on to the road markings, which over time and distance disappear. In this darkness the white lights approaching fast become the stars and everything is upside down. Is this the black achroa or is this the plethora of colour?
She is now finding similarities between the motorway journey and the daily repetitiveness of saving the world by doing nothing. It is now, that those irrelevant pieces of knowledge, appear in her mind, like an injection described as a sharp scratch; The image of a veined female octopus collecting two halves of a coconut and carrying them with her.
The neighbour walked out and gradually climbed on his bike adjusting his gear. She imagined the octopus “swimming” down the road putting each tentacle in front of the other and from time to time pushing air back and moving as if at sea. This octopus is carrying the coconut halves in case she needs to hide in them later! And another injected thought: are hoarders clever to keep everything? Are they not overwhelmed by an emotional void? They are not trying to fill this void with possessions? Or are they just preparing for the future?
The cyclist had finally gone. The urban octopus magestically stoped down the road deciding on a left or right turn. His first pedaling moments were wobbly, ungraceful. “Human hyberboly is endles”, she thought and continued to observe the street. She wont forget this morning. The morning that her fantasy world merged with the presently localised reality.
Her acinesia is juxtaposed to the cephalopoda’s agility. She looked back into the room agreeing that hoarders are clever. A self-serving thought. Leaning back into the sofa, she realised that the process off: observation, selection, rejection or acceptance and transportation is repeated by the octopus carrying the two coconut halves, and herself clearing out her room is the same.
The sense of foresight of this moillusc is a sense that is currently escaping her. With a stillness and only eye movement, she perched again on the sofa like a bird observing a cat, hoping that it is not going to be noticed. The apanthropy of surveillance is evident. A holistic fear based on a homocentric perception of her life.
What is as anomia to us, is a solid hierarchy in nature. The octopus squeezes into the coconut becoming amorphic to its predators. Dragging the coconut halves could be a burden. She got off the sofa, to look for her “coconut halves” leaving her forehead’s imprint on the glass. She decided to keep the photo of a caged monkey that she found in a suitcase full of old movie star photos of the 70’s that her mum had “salvaged” from a random house clear out. She found it as she was doing the clear out of the house she grew up in. The monkey photo is for now her “coconut halves”.
