02

    the head of the electronic vegetable organization tells him to fuck off. felix plants an artichoke on his 2009 kia sorrento and tracks him to an artificial bear facility on the outskirts of mongolia b. through the eyeholes in his nike™ adaptive camo he spots agents from the organization’s defense/social media marketing division patrolling the perimeter- pausing whenever they pass to continue a game of shogi (culturally acquired through the metaphysical territory dispute and subsequent annexation of the Not-For-Profit archipelago).
    he hides behind a cube of barbed wire, kneels in red sand. an agent (fatally, he thinks) promotes his piece to platinum general. overhead the sun is refracted into its three forms across the sky. felix remembers to pray his thanks to the glorious weather prism that mysteriously appeared in the time before he was born. “instead of one sun we now have three. a 300,000,000 yuan reward to anyone with information directly relating to the whereabouts of prism scholar anders yi, wanted for treason in connection to the sale of prism technology to sakhalin oblast, amen.”
    he identifies a shuttle car returning from the macro-fruit mines and absconds within, carving the flesh from a banana that he de-peels once snugly inside. his industry bears fruit as the fruit bears him into the facility storehouse signed “bears’ fruit”. felix produces a silicon leek from his sock and activates the harakiri reality engine housed in his lower intestine. as his body wraps itself into cross-dimensional wormhole he swears allegiance to the designated economic zone of bet365, surrendering his personhood to what he can only articulate as the (forthcoming) semantic resistance. footfalls echo in the distance. felix’s soul tears apart.

    felix identifies ‘bright light’, interprets ‘lack of curtains’. felix is on the carpet of an empty room. a cord stretches to the closet. felix hears a groan and out slumps lisa’s porcelain body. lisa wakes up, blinks questioningly, opens her mouth wide and points to it, crawls out the open window and disappears. felix’s soul tears apart.

    felix identifies ‘darkness’, identifies vague shapes as ‘desk’, as ‘computer’, as ‘pile of clothes’. felix is in his room, in his room, (he repeats) in his room, in his sister’s apartment. felix exits, escapes, passes the open door of an empty room, is drinking a bottle of water before an open fridge. through the kitchen window felix sees leaves on branches, hears- behind them- children’s voices. felix caps the bottle, returns to his room.