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The Exit Interview
When faced with the questions about his motivations, he slipped into an old pattern he used when called in class and hadn't payed attention. He used humor, deflections, and a turned the situation back around on the person asking him question.
"Look, man, just tell me why you did it and I'll let you out of here. You won't ever have to see me again."
And so he said everything, until the moon careened heavily into the earth; smashing apart most of New Mexico, Arizona, and the northern states of Mexico. The reverberations rang across the globe in a jarring deep pulsation. One might imagine a pimped out GTO lowriding down the main drag, blasting the subs out with an Easy-E track on a calm summer day. Except this was deeper... this rattled everything, including other sounds that were already sounding. This rattled time, and the motion of sea gulls trying to glide through the gentle currents suddenly turned to crashing streaks like cluster bombs into the docking yard.
At some point, the words ceased to be words. The desk with the person sitting in front of him ceased to be desk and a human being. The lamp and its phospherous photons ceased to be entirely.
When he stood up and walked outside into the eerie silence he didn't feel awakened or renewed. He felt the pinched requisition of balance staggering over his tense muscles.
His car was filled with garbage that he never bothered to deal with. Opening the passenger door, he sloppily dumped the fast food wrappers, coffee cups, stained clothing, broken CD's, and worn-through bowling shoes into the street. A middle-aged woman in a yellow dress watched him do this from her third story office window across the way. He looked up at her, and her curious yet disinterested gaze left him feeling agitated. He kicked one of the bowling shoes against a concrete parking block, where it flipped upward and landed upsidedown on the hood of a vehicle near his. After entering the car, he drove off without turning on his stereo.
The next destination didn't matter so much, but he drove there anyway with a sort of automatic familiarity.
"Look, man, just tell me why you did it and I'll let you out of here. You won't ever have to see me again."
And so he said everything, until the moon careened heavily into the earth; smashing apart most of New Mexico, Arizona, and the northern states of Mexico. The reverberations rang across the globe in a jarring deep pulsation. One might imagine a pimped out GTO lowriding down the main drag, blasting the subs out with an Easy-E track on a calm summer day. Except this was deeper... this rattled everything, including other sounds that were already sounding. This rattled time, and the motion of sea gulls trying to glide through the gentle currents suddenly turned to crashing streaks like cluster bombs into the docking yard.
At some point, the words ceased to be words. The desk with the person sitting in front of him ceased to be desk and a human being. The lamp and its phospherous photons ceased to be entirely.
When he stood up and walked outside into the eerie silence he didn't feel awakened or renewed. He felt the pinched requisition of balance staggering over his tense muscles.
His car was filled with garbage that he never bothered to deal with. Opening the passenger door, he sloppily dumped the fast food wrappers, coffee cups, stained clothing, broken CD's, and worn-through bowling shoes into the street. A middle-aged woman in a yellow dress watched him do this from her third story office window across the way. He looked up at her, and her curious yet disinterested gaze left him feeling agitated. He kicked one of the bowling shoes against a concrete parking block, where it flipped upward and landed upsidedown on the hood of a vehicle near his. After entering the car, he drove off without turning on his stereo.
The next destination didn't matter so much, but he drove there anyway with a sort of automatic familiarity.
posted by Will at 11:21 PM
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