The argument part 2

'It is lucky we have some things in common!' I replied and so began another argument.
She walked out dumbfounded. I went to look for the fishing net downstairs, where we caste out discarded things to purgatory. As soon as it was unearthed I raced back up the stairs and plucked out the phone from the toilet bowl and gave it wipe. I tested the voice recognition and the various apps, no harm done, it still worked.

The plague of the self conscious zombie has already begun. If we aren't careful, soon they will be able to see us. The plot has now unfolded. The phone incident never happened, it was the workings of my imagination. Why would I concoct such an absurd story anyway? This is the reality. I'd love do my art full time, but I have to get a job. Everything wrong about being human is spewed across a canvas. The nervous system is controlled by the dictatorship of the brush. Let it slip and everything goes down the shoot, apart from my football team Bolton, they're solid.

Human beings are housed in mental hospitals and rehabilitated to become zombies funded by a new corporate technological revolution. There hasn't been a philosophical novel since Sartre and he shot himself, or did he in this reality? Eventually we will forget technology existed and start feeding on flesh and only flesh. I think that's a bit extreme.

'Shake yourself out of these ridiculous flights of fancy' said Jynx
But it could be true this could be the future.
'Does your phone still work?' she enquired
'Yes' I sheepishly answered.

The visit and the argument part 1

The visit

The landscape is a fascinating intelligence that can not see its own reflection. It has a grace that is peaceful and lively at times. I can watch it for hours at dawn, now wintertime is over and spring has begun. The less noble creatures and the more noble ones stand side by side on Castle hill, disinterested in the parameters of my isolation and more preoccupied with their own survival.

My nephew in law came to visit with his mother. It was one afternoon whilst the winter was very bright and extremely cold, a dry Easterly wind brought snow to the Northern areas of the country, 15' drifts. We chose a record, he demonstrated a surprising adroitness and with some assistance placed the vinyl on the spindle, whilst his mother was showing photographs, on her i pad.

I found a harmonica and connected it to the 'Brace'. Instantly Txbxx was a one man band, so that he could play the ukulele at the same time or even his drum that he brought down to show us.

The Argument

'What have you done with your phone?'
said Jnyx
'I tried to drown it.'
I watched an advert that was like somebody urinating on the screen, silent from the toilet bowl.
'I even tried to flush the phone, it wouldn't go down.' I explained
'Why?' she said, 'why?'
'Why would you do that?'