Misty and Straight-Leg.. are here

episode 1

 

 

Are we real or are we fictive? Straight-Leg asked her friend.

We are what we are, a bit of both, says Misty, her usual self.

You are soooo you! That’s for sure.

But I want to be more….oh I don’t know what exactly. I want to change!

What if today we pretend we know everything. We pretend we are sure; we have a goal, and we just know… it!

I like that very much, I don’t know if I can, but I will try.

Ok, so, what would be the thing we know everything about? Or do we just know it all? Are know-it-alls?

Do you know that poem about the knotting. Knowing (k)nott(h)ing?

Sure, I love that one. What about it?

Well, that is something I can really relate to. But knowing all about it…no! But what about you, what do you know, or know all about? I am curious, you seem so self assured.

Well yeah, I know it is a daft craft, knitting, knotting and also I know ‘But’ is a silly word. so.. yeah. Do you hear my dude-tone coming through? Really self-conscious!

Oh, you are dude-ing. But I know you better. You can act the part, you know - straight in - but then you always question yourself after the fact.

And I cry a bit yes.. very difficult to be so direct and bold, don’t underestimate it. But I loooove the power..

So, it IS both real and fiction? I mean, you are.

Well, spotted and so clearly said! Indeed, I act, and I am and I think and I, well… regret..

Thank you for the compliment, I am doing better now compared to what I was. I mean I too think I am, but am both - real and fiction. Am I not?

This web of confusion, this pattern of vagueness, this weaving heaving, leaving all ground of comfort. Ok maybe we just pick a side. What would you prefer, real or fiction?

I don’t know what I prefer to be honest. But I do have this desire to leave all ground of what we already know. Mind you, not leaving the comfort, ha!

Maybe thinking of what we prefer, of this look into the future, this what if, is already fiction. Maybe we just cannot escape it ever. Maybe thinking of what next is a fictive thing. But what is real then?

Misty woke up, rubbed her eyes and thought of the drinks she was going to have with her friend that evening.