Opening Titles -The Blob

 

"if life.were fair.

if "the playing field" that "is" life

was as level as the Foundation

upon which the train set/town/city

sat

under the twinkling LCD lights and "neon moon"

that dangled  from the apogee

of drop ceiling

from that McMansion in the Limitless

 "Sky"

the drop ceiling where serpent meets rainbow

and satellites

feast on our hungry minds-

THIS would be the part of "the story" where the King

of "King and Country"

would apologize for

whatever part

"King and Country" had

concerning Human Experimentation,"

 

The small die cast figurine "says"

 

EVAN and I have ZOOMED IN on the small die cast figure

whom

I presumed lives in the small bric a brack hut just behind the scale model water tower

 

according to EVAN's interface

this ramshackle hut

is the only place the robed man can live

since his release from "the loony bin"

which is nowhere to be "seen" Inner Vision

nor otherwise

on the "set piece"

 

EVAN insinuates that maybe that's what the train is for..

that maybe some

station quarter master

re-rails the train to take

Men Who Say too Much and Too Often

"off grid"

to a place

where they might "come to their senses"

 

"Where?" ,I graph.

 

"Why HERE of course" He graphs back imbue-ing upon me

 

 ESTABLISHING SHOT- the lay of the land(train set/town scale model)-DAY

 

 

                                 we ZOOM out and out and Up and Away(careful not to let our "camera eyes"Mind to Mind

             get too caught up

                  in the Winkie  star's

                      thin ,wired tether

 

 we ZOOM next further and further  out

                                      past the satellites

 

EVAN sends me A STILL SHOT

of

"Satellite"

 

(as he has "grazed my" Conceptual Conveys" to perceive what I perceive to "be" what a satellite might look like )

and

so I might

re ambiguate my

senses

toward "story"

 

next he impels upon my Temporals

 a rather jarring  JUMP CUT 

 

to

implore me to perceive  what at first  I conceive to be

an air traffic control

room

 

                          everywhere one looks

                         there are screens and terminals

           blips and bleeps,

EGG,fMRI second to second

computer transcribes

 

for a moment

my own

perceptions based on some film I saw as a child

all but destroy EVAN's conception

as

suddenly

the entire Mutual Imbuecination

veers toward a rather campy ,late 60's "take" on "Ground Control"

 

(thanks Dumbo.,a Voice not Evan's graphs....

            and again his "vision" takes over my own)

       and

 

we focus

on

the back of a youngish MAN in a short sleeved white shirt and black slacks

TRACKING him through hyper lit white hallways

The MAN's footsteps seem too loud.

and sensing this

EVAN

CUTS to the MAN's black ,shiny shoes walking on an  even shiny-er deep red

waxed floor

the colors

White

Black and

Red

seem to heighten

I feel my heart racing

 

 Evan emphasizes the rapid beating of my heart

by making

the beats into INCIDENTAL "MUSIC"

 

as WE follow the MAN in white short sleeves and black slacks past a series of

doors to

 

INT-LAB- DAY

a  hangar like room

which contains much of the scanning equipment we saw in the

            control room

                      because of the size of the space however

                                                       the machines do not "seem"

                                 quite as technical

but the men

in visors...in headsets

and some

 in full body suits

do