So the circle is broken. But it is still a unit, of sorts. There is a double knot at the bottom, and a line from these up to one, on the right, and another up to the left. And this is where the problem lies.
The intentions are insane. It batters away from the outside, constantly trying to smash and break this unit. A cuckoo in the nest, bewildered and angry that this is not encouraged from the other strand. How can it be? Why would it be?
Coming off from the outside on the left is another strand. This is it, dark and destructive, but bizarrely encouraged from that side. To ruin what is left.
I dreamt, last night, that I was still on the aeroplane. I had in my hands some string. It wound around my hands and I could not stop looking at the threads. Eventually my eyes – my dreameyes – followed the threads outwards, and it was clear. This string roved throughout the plane, and it had access all areas. Two special holes in the flight deck door allowed it in and out, and around and around it went before returning, seamlessly, back to me.
I was in the back row. I was serene. I was sitting in an aisle seat. The ‘plane landed.
Why? Why the fuck should I raise a single finger to aid the destruction of the unit. The knots are too precious. And this outside force must, will, be stopped.
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