From: fabianb@tartarus.uwa.edu.au (Fabian Le Gay Brereton)
Subject: By the glimmer of half-extinguished light...
Date: 29 Aug 1993 12:40:54 GMT

	      By the glimmer of half-extinguished light...

	Her vision is filled with dizzy cloying images. Colours bleed
into one another, grappling on a grainy battlefield. Black wields
inevitability, red declares war on blue, clashing in yellows flame and
greens gore, flesh tones are overwhelmed, ghostly forms die and are
reborn, barely formed phantasm swim through the maelstrom vaguely
resembling the latest fashions and soap opera friends. Uncomfortable
short angles and claustrophobic ungainly twisting motion punish her as
she thrashes to escape. She's reeling, giddy, panicking. She claws
frenetically at the display. Fights to remove it. Fights to take a
breath. Drowning. Someone's screaming. Someone's dying.

	On the street the crowd beats a wide path around the crazy.
She's naked and screaming, blood pours down her face. The warm rain
smells of piss and washes away a little madness. She lies there still
now, a convulsive motion agitates her limbs.

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Copyright 1993 by Fabian Le Gay Brereton. Comments appreciated.
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 	Fabian Le Gay Brereton		"I was a big man yesterday--
	fabianb@tartarus.uwa.edu.au	 But you should see me now"