12/05/05

A man is guiding a woman through a workshop. It’s dark, but not so dark you can’t see there’s tools on the walls, tables, benches, and sawdust on the floor. Nothing out of the ordinary. Walking through some plastic sheeting, the lighting changes. It remains very dim, but is now reddish, like in a darkroom. You can see the woman getting a bit uncomfortable as (typical horror movie cheese) rusty hand saws and pliers are left out on the tables. An unknown promise to the observer (you and I) keeps her following this man. The man parts another plastic curtain for her to pass through first, to which she does. And now we see things through her eyes. I don’t even know how to explain it . . . there was a sort of animatronic, counter-weight balance puppetry machine . . . that makes no sense. You know those stress relievers that are five balls suspended, you pull one, and the reaction is ongoing? Or the little bird you tip into a glass, but the counter-weight pulls it out, and the momentum pushes it back in? Every action has a reaction. A lead marionette was fed by the motions of the other four. The other four were fed by the lead. All were bloated and bloodied body parts. Even a gutted baby’s head, doing nothing but spinning. I know I have done no justice in explaining the odd dancing dead, but maybe I can come back later. As for the woman in the workshop, I have no idea of her fate.