The one mystery that remains impenetrable is the subconscious of the human psyche. Despite claims to the contrary it is still impossible to really know what someone else is thinking but more improbable still to have any clue to the level of detail of the imagery that one experiences within a dream. One can sketch it out in precise words and phrases or in some cases provide a detailed visual context similar to its experience as with the work of Salvador Dali. But, I suspect that even this would not yield up photographically what is experienced as projected upon the inside of the skull at night. It certainly will not explain the reasons for such odd editing of waking existence re-crafted and certain actions displayed.Yet somehow they hold the key to one’s personality.
The couple float within some Byzantine catacomb down a large darkened channel that easily accommodates their gondola. The man has of late employed a pole pushing the small craft forward along an algae ridden brick wall. Without any hesitation the woman jumps up from the middle seat to the ledge running just above the boat’s deck with a rope in hand. She begins to tow the craft along so that both seem determined to continue further into the Stygian darkness of the maze.
A room full of dangerous men milling around. The group contained or hidden based upon your insight of the situation on either side by double sets of steel doors. Their faces grim and hard bitten as if bound together by some secret plan of unspeakable mischief that all are equally involved in committing. Anyone who seems foolish to horse around with this crew does so at their own peril.
The next room across the hall graced by windows and an office-like atmosphere were people come and go lost in the minutia of the trivial tasks at hand. Here one can go about their business, or pretend to do so, with little or no regard for the actions one takes. Petty crime seems indifferently tolerated as everyone seems too busy in the mechanics of their own business to notice. The basket sits by one’s feet filled with an odd combination of semi-useful laser printer supplies.
The parking lot the building extends far out with a much greater capacity for the cars of the occupants that inhabit same. In actuality it is a communal space that is shared by several adjoining businesses that collectively form an extended strip mall. The basket is initially set down next to the old sedan sitting inertly by the piled up snow in the blazing blue of mid afternoon. Only a pang of conscience and a fear that such behavior if detected will lead to expulsion turns one around to return the basket to the side of the lot that is the closest to the main entrance.