Club Scenes

What did you do, man?

I didn’t do anything. Coz you know that I told you I couldn’t regulate the input.

But how the fuck do you think the copper reflection on the screen dissolved when we didn’t have control over the mist enhancer?

I have no fucking clue. All I know is that as long as we were monitoring the development of the club scenes, 

I could figure what was happening, although in a quite limited sense.

Whatcha mean?

You know what I fucking mean. To figure it out means to be able to see that the bodies are moving seemingly to the rhythm, whereas their movements are solely motivated by an urge for enlarging the stains of mixed saliva, cocktail, and puke on their shirts, floor, and whatever  surface it could be smeared over.

Sure like fuck, I could figure that as well. But then, whatcha make of the screen scenes?

You don’t need me to put two and two together.

Guess so…you mean they were a corrupted copper reflection, but quite faithfully reflected the situation in the club. That confuses me.

It shouldn’t. Just think.

No matter how much I think, sense out of it cannot I make.

Lemmie then ask you somfing…

Wha?

Did you feel anything while you were monitoring the club scenes?

Sure. If watching how coats sweep the slimy floor can be said to provoke an emotion.

Gottit. Now, say whatcha felt while you were gazing at the screen.

The screen looked to me like a heap of vomit-echoes jetted out of the monster sound system.

That sounds like confusion. Say now how a copper reflection fits that picture.

It doesn’t. The only thing copper fits is the light.

Fucking right!!!

Wha…?

What what?!

Wha what what?

What what what! Of course you can’t decouple copper from the light. You shouldn’t. Only, pull your fucking self together and say about the reflection.

The moment when the patina penetrated the mist, it started contaminating the shadows in the club. Nothing I saw on the screen looked like the torpid movements of the piles of meat in the club…

What was displayed on the screen?

Fucking movements…is all I can say…looked as if they were moving to the rhythm.

Where’s the copper on the screen?

There isn’t any. Just the picture was kinda overshadowed…like the signal was screwed up or something. But the bodies were moving quite similarly to what those dormant limbs were doing…

What signal?

The light, you mafotherfucker!

That’s my guy! I told you you don’t need me to figure it out.

But I didn’t.

Get the fuck out of here! What did you just say? The club: bodies, moves, sound, copper patina screwing up the input; the screen: bodies, moves, echoes, copper reflection screwing up the input.

But it’s not true!!! It’s not copper if it’s divested of the light!

Right on!

Wait a second. What you previously said does not resonate with your now confirming my contradicting your argumentation.

Of course not. Not that was intended to.

Fuck off now!!! What I say is no light, no copper. If you say a copper reflection, you can as well say a meat screen.

See why I asked you to tell me how the screen, despite showing different images, relayed the same feel the club was exuding.

Yeah…but I could figure that only when I felt the dew washing away from my face the smell I imagined was coming from the screen.

That’s exactly when the patina dissolved. But I could realize it only when I felt the fine flaky droplets shyly sneaking out of the cloud and gently caressing my face.

That’s also when the mist resumed its freshness and started dissolving the encrusted excrements.

That’s precisely when I realized I could not control the mist.