Monday 15 January 2018

Round 3.


This room is cluttered.

In one corner too many chairs are piled, more than ever will be needed and they look like intruders.

In the opposite corner there are two hat stands pushed against a table, there is no place to hang a coat and certainly no need.

There are three people in the room, none of them have a coat and they already each have a chair.

One of the chairs has cables attached to it; it is a smart chair. You can control the screens from this chair, maybe.

There are two screens, but the people in the room have introduced a third. It is not needed but it is the only one that accesses sound; there are many cables, many many cables, but none provide sound.

But it’s ok – they are speaking in whispers and foreign languages. They understand part of what each of them says.

The rest is guesswork.

They are guessing about food and where to eat.

They speak about a restaurant that is hidden in the centre of a place that you can go to at night time - where nobody who goes in the daytime, ever returns.

As there is no need.

There is a guardian that will stop you entering unless you say specifically say that you are hungry.

You have to say this in his language.

You will not know what his language is until you speak to him and he will not understand you unless you know.

Only then will you be able to eat.

There is an alternative, in another place.

There you can eat beef, only beef.

The beef comes from a long way away, from Japan.

I think it comes on boats.

Devotees of an obscure religion massage the animals as they graze on the lush grass that grows on the boat.

This will be the happiest beef you will ever eat.

Though some might be seasick.

So, there is a choice.

Each choice comprises a risk.

Each choice is cluttered.

This room is cluttered.

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