- Vol. 05
- Chapter 10
“The old home town just looks the same”, I’m happy to tell you – excepting, that is, your mural. It’s somehow *evolved*. Over night, it’s said. Your masterwork’s not what it was.
Instead of that quizzical face, there’s this vortex. Hypnotic thumbprint throbbing through the wall. Your suit survives. Amazed, a pair of ears, perhaps tuned into heaven, or the soundtrack from hell –
who knows? Bemused, of course, I stepped a touch closer and peered like a speculant tourist. At once the thing hummed into life! How it *whirred*; I felt my cowardice wisely reassert itself...
It wasn’t the happiest homecoming. Off I shot, retreating from my waking dream, bricking up the vision that I’d seen. Our town: “like a derelict man who has died out of shame...”
(With apologies to Jarvis Cocker)