thwarthy
There was a man. Profile unknown. Chyka and Mariana were there too. I think we were trying to complete a story.A mystery story. We were taking the plot down. Taking the plot down in a book. I remember being out on a plain, with mountains, a cliff and the jungle. I saw/heard/ imagine the word "Thwarthy" which meant musky there. (But there isn't such a word, and thwart is the closest, with a different meaning altogether). Being out near the beach. The swampy beach. Out in the jungle there were billions of things, Something, This lady was telling me about it, and saying it was impossible to cover everything. Because of that, we couldn't check on what it was. There was snow. Snow left over from a storm the previous night. The branches on the barren trees were a shimmering white.
We sat on a log talking. That lady and I. The sky was sunless. Dreary clouds, heavy and foreboding. A film that had a grey and blue tint to it, symbolising a certain detached, cold and depressing landscape. I remember a timber hut near us. I think that was her house. She tried to show me around, but we went walking around the plains and came by this other house. I don't think she liked the owner staying there. There was an electricity meter right outside the house, but I didn't know what the lady was trying to explain.
She was telling me that the place had a lights-out policy from eight thirty in the night to seven thirty in the morning. There were pictures on the doors to the house, Pink and yellow. Both front and back. Another man appeared from somewhere. They discussed about something. She was saying that she would be away for some time. and that I might need to find some place to stay. I felt like I was somewhere in Germany.
I could see her face better then. She was a Caucasian and she told me the number of instruments the old man had in the house. I can't remember what happened next, but I remembered being in the house. It was crammed with mountains of items, like high walls to a prison. I explored the rooms on my own. and wandered down this small corridor. I saw a man sleeping on a sofa right outside one of the doors to the left. White, diaphanous, soft curtains were dancing to a light rhythm in a breeze I couldn't feel. I saw an old piano at the corner. It wasn't really a piano though. The sounds that came out from it was like one. But its construction did not resemble a piano. There was an organ next to it and the organ didn't look entirely like one too. I remember it being metallic blue. I played on it. Some other lady came in to watch me play. No, it was a man. A man came in and said that I was good, without even hearing me finish half the song. I smiled when he praised me. He (or was it a she) told the old man about my playing.
The old man then morphed into an old woman. and she told me that I should play for her. But she didn't remove some cover off the cap of the instrument. Something that was hindering my fingers from moving and I couldn't play properly. It was rather uncomfortable to play. I begged her to let me remove it, but she said no. I tried playing again. No, I can't play the piano that way. So, i tried the organ, but there was not enough space for the right hand. In fact there were only bass notes and no keys for the right hand to play. The bass sounds were deafening. I begged again, This time, in the kitchen, After sometime, she said yes. I removed the thing hindering me. and I played. A Bach piece.
Flash forward. I saw a huge drain with a bridge in the middle, and the construction of it was such that when the drain was full, it would suck up all the sewage from the drain and hold it. A man walked out of the tunnel from the bottom of the bridge. Out of the cages. A voice echoed and someone in the distance reminded me that it was dangerous.