Adventures in Hyperreality #6
Sitting on the 2nd floor (the 3rd, the 4th?)
they think of what to say. There is nothing
to say. Except where they are.
(“Where you go; that is where you are”
— a saying of Confucius,
or someone similarly lost in translation)
And where are they? At a coffee&beer
joint, under lamplight, in a black&white
photo, contemplating the Situation.
"We are in some kind of movie, aren’t we?"
"Yes. In fact, I hear a man speaking of us."
"What is he saying?"
"He is saying… we are where we go."
"Well… that’s obvious! Anything else?"
"That we have nothing to say."
"Are we not saying something now?"
"Yes… I mean… yes, I suppose we are."
They drink their coffee&beer
and sit quietly for the next hour.
Outside it will seem that there are no people,
only more buildings, more stores and cafes
and pharmacies and billiard halls stacked
upon other rooms, in which couples sit
in silence for the remainder of the night,
struck dumb by the multiplicity
of secret entrances that steal
into the heart of Situations.