She Spacehomer (4)

"This is Eloise.
I would love to see one of the monitors again.
Didn´t like them, but they are something other than snow.
We must be far out, and sometimes I´m not too sure about Katy and her skills as a trapper.
Where are we, anyway?
I heard Mel saying that everything we hear, everything we say and think,
is monitored by us all, and I should be the first to believe it, but I can get away from all, at least in my recognition of things as occuring in the very moment, any moment.
Talking about switches, I can get away from the mumbling that takes place all along, may it be the others talking or me, doesn´t matter, or am I repeating myself?
Katy still provides us with these drinks, but says that our state had nothing to do with them, they´d be the only thing to make us survive."

"We were putting on a coat.
I say, we were putting on one coat, all together.
I remember the words being said by somebody.
It was cold
and too much light around, the snow...

This is Mel.
I started making notes about this journey in the beginning,
a few razzles and rags, mostly in my head,
then somebody took over, I was told later,
Or realized it myself, don´t know.
Or one of us said so, or heard it from somewhere,
though nobody else was around.
Not that I find it astounding, I mean, the switch,
or these switches, fades all in one another.
Still thinking I´m talking or making the notes,
Or thinking someone said a word,
but then finding it could have been somebody else.
I know it all, all that´s been said and noted.
And we´re in contact with the originators, us or others.
It´s all been in the movies, you know.
You´ve seen it all, too, didya?

A few days ago some kind of humility took its place in
the way we treat each other.
It´s too cold for quarrelling.
An we don´t know where the giant coat comes from.
It´s saving us all."

"We are beyond trust.
It doesn´t matter anymore if the others trust me or not.
We are here, we are together, and there is no way for any of us, not even for me, who knows this fuckup the best, no way other than with the others, cause outside company there is nothing, admit it or not.
you are sitting I don´t know where, and you are reading this, maybe it reminds you of..., maybe it´s all a laugh from this position, but be sure that there is nothing to live on beyond company, out here.
There are more who have been out here than we imagine, that´s what I believe.
No reason to become heroic or snobby, unlike so may guardians of the archaic are preaching with words and action.
That´s all luxury of people with attitudes, smarting themselves at the edge of the bosom they´re sucking from, though they take only what´s dripping and flowing over.
This is Katy, and we are carrying on.
Not to much strange colours anymore, in our views and visions. To our surprise we are all hearing colours,
but that will pass, I´m sure, heard about it."

They will survive, most of what was them will.
But that´s the same with all time passing.
Only they will note a big bit of it,
unlike another bit, same size, one the other side,
or viewed from another angle.

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