Soul on the Balcony

On Saturday Libert and Beaut hid on a Balcony, that wasn't actually a balcony, just a room with broken windows looking out over a beautiful Car Garage, with herds of Wildebeest sweeping majestically across the forecourt.

Before that, Libert was listening to Dolly Parton at home, but stopped doing that to watch a play that he won't see again, at least for a while. It was an improvised comedy piece, with characters too quirky to be fictional. There was happiness and comedy to hide the inevitable sadness, which is often the best kind. How often are things like funerals and tragedies-in-the-departure-lounge ruined by sadness? Much better to counter it with a smile, that way the two emotions may become deeper, but in a better way, as you feel glad that something happened, not sad that it's gone. If you think something has left too soon, it's only because you didn't do enough in the time given.

Libert then wore a toilet on his head with Beaut and took pictures in the party hat, as that's where the best light is. Beaut and Libert then flew by canal boat to an island in the west, where a pack of Mendel's Peas were immitating wolves. I think Mendel was there actually, there was an old man. They spoke neither Swahili OR Elvish, so it came to be that Libert, Beaut and Smil left, and crashed their canal boat into a kayak, filled with gems. These gems led them to a factory, but I'm not sure of that word. Factories make stuff, this place had destructed itself. Libert and Beaut danced to Music that you don't hear with your ears, but with your soul. They danced like retards. Smil danced and played with balls on a string. The music stopped but the souls carried on, they went to the balcony.

The Voice of Reason confronted them, but they hid. The Flashlight of Reason drew their shadow on the wall, but they hid. They looked for Smil, to save her from Reason, but smelt only Diesel (it petrol, as they were reliably informed along the way). Then they stood with their backs against a wall, in the dark, like Children from a half heart-felt Revolution.

It was bloody excellent.

Then Libert went home to clean up.