Session V: 05\/13\/99<\/p>\n
(From the diary of Doctor Trieste)<\/p>\n
I arrive in the garden fifteen minutes ahead. It is still dark and a little cold, and I am a little asleep, it is 4:30 a.m. I sit on a stone bench and wait. I scan the area for surveillance cams, but as usual, they elude me. Life begins to unfurl, a slow motion wave of excitement. Otto arrives, handled by an orderly on each side. They deposit her on the bench next to me and retire to a respectful distance. She sits silently, vacantly\u2014I realize her body is still in the throes of medication:
\n\u201cGood Morning Otto\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cYou mustn\u2019t speak with her in that state Doctor\u2014\u201d one of the orderlies interjects, \u201cshe will take advantage of you\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cWhy is she under medication? How is she suppose to experience this?\u201d
\nThe orderlies exchange a look and make little attempt to hide their disdain for my ignorance,
\n\u201cShe\u2019s aware\u2014it\u2019s just her body that is inert.\u201d
\nI sit with her and wait sunrise. It is still dark when the birds, hidden in the trees begin an insane cacophony of twittering\u2014there must be thousands of them. I wonder what it means to a swallow to sing when the sun comes up\u2014is it just brute instinct\u2014or is something germane actually being articulated\u2014the onslaught is tremendous: upswells and cascades of twittering all of a sudden louder louder louder, space is opening up between space<\/p>\n
I fall into a vacuum and expand
\nmany things mere language won\u2019t explain<\/p>\n
My body humming
\nhumming birds<\/p>\n
mocking
\nbirds<\/p>\n
zip zip<\/p>\n
Otto turns and smiles\u2014
\n\u201cYou see doctor, there is a sky behind this sky and this is what they sing of: constellations and the tonal variations of outerspace, they are merely reducing the sky maps into a cantata. If you are privileged to watch them at sunset, you will see them maneuver and devise their flight plans, their configurations\u2014their navigations; their quantum aspirations; their visions of hyperspace\u2014\u201d
\nI try to respond and realize Otto has not uttered a single word. She is still and vacant. The bird song subsides and the orderlies come and take her away.<\/p>\n
The Sea of Lightning \u00a92004, 2013 onome ekeh<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Session V: 05\/13\/99 (From the diary of Doctor Trieste) I arrive in the garden fifteen minutes ahead. It is still dark and a little cold, and I am a little asleep, it is 4:30 a.m. I sit on a stone bench and wait. I scan the area for surveillance cams, but as usual, they elude me. Life begins to unfurl, a slow motion wave of excitement. Otto arrives, handled by an orderly on each side. They deposit her on the bench next to me and retire to a respectful distance. She sits silently, vacantly\u2014I realize her body is still in the throes of medication: \u201cGood Morning Otto\u2014\u201d \u201cYou mustn\u2019t speak with her in that state Doctor\u2014\u201d one of the orderlies interjects, \u201cshe will take advantage of you\u2014\u201d \u201cWhy is she under medication? How is she suppose to experience this?\u201d The orderlies exchange a look and make little attempt to hide their disdain for my ignorance, \u201cShe\u2019s aware\u2014it\u2019s just her body that is inert.\u201d I sit with her and wait sunrise. It is still dark when the birds, hidden in the trees begin an insane cacophony of twittering\u2014there must be thousands of them. I wonder what it means to a swallow to sing when the sun comes up\u2014is it just brute instinct\u2014or is something germane actually being articulated\u2014the onslaught is tremendous: upswells and cascades of twittering all of a sudden louder louder louder, space is opening up between space I fall into a vacuum and expand many things mere language won\u2019t explain My body humming humming birds mocking birds zip zip Otto turns and smiles\u2014 \u201cYou see doctor, there is a sky behind this sky and this is what they sing of: constellations and the tonal variations of outerspace, they are merely reducing the sky maps into a cantata. If you are privileged to watch them at sunset, you will see them maneuver and devise their flight plans, their configurations\u2014their navigations; their quantum aspirations; their visions of hyperspace\u2014\u201d I try to respond and realize Otto has not uttered a single word. She is still and vacant. The bird song subsides and the orderlies come and take her away. The Sea of Lightning \u00a92004, 2013 onome ekeh<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3715,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[12,5],"tags":[14],"class_list":["post-69","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-excerpt","category-fiction","tag-sea-of-lightning"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thememorexe.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thememorexe.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thememorexe.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thememorexe.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thememorexe.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=69"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thememorexe.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":241,"href":"https:\/\/thememorexe.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69\/revisions\/241"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thememorexe.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3715"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thememorexe.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=69"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thememorexe.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=69"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thememorexe.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=69"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}