The beginning of a terrible tale

When I was four, my father was a giant and it was my mother’s birthday.

She asked him to collect the granny apple for her from the garden. As soon as he stepped out of the door, the road jumped away from him like a long coil of wire. He drove happily, finding his way around the knots and eventually he reached the entrance of the garden.

To cross, he had to walk through a pool that guarded the treasures of the garden. The pool moved in hisses and shadows.

One wrong move and over he twisted and was thrown into the dreadful waters. Struggling, up he flew for air and only found that he was going deeper into a terrible darkness.

The Granny Apple was safe upon her tree but that year, my mother did not have a birthday party. When we saw my father again, half of him had disappeared.

We got all the mirrors in the house changed (halved). His clothes though, he decided to keep the same as before, and so a lot of people thought that he was a whole person.


Written 29/10/2018

About The Mollusc Dimension

"Like existence, art, expression and even the urge to explore are in a state of flux, revelation and memory. Each encounter through the doorway, into the state of creativity is a catalyst for action, emotional and spiritual as well as physical and intellectual. As Krishnamurti says, there is no state of happiness but the state of the creative moment." This is currently the "Writing Dept" (eg “just words” — well mainly!) for The Mollusc Dimension, AKA Angelus Squid Marr, an East-Asian, British, experimental, interdisciplinary artist working in music, image and sound. He has a particular interest in themes of identity, queerness, intersectional feminism, surrealism + education and using lo-fi/ everyday materials (words/experiences/equipment) in addition to technology.
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