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I Need A Dolour.

I Need A Dolour.

I was sipping Sangria in Shangri-La the other day…

when I started considering the position that I was in – the sangria, by the way, was non-alcoholic, as it didn’t need to be a fiery liquid that would free my inhibitions.

BTW in Shanghai-La, everyone is able to reach a state of Nirvana by just breathing in the air and drinking deeply (and solely) of the natural draughts of the fresh-water river that runs through the centre of the realm.

In reality, I am in Erewhon, that backwards place of fictional creation.

Places, names; faces, games!

All is well. And all is Hell.

Does this emplify or simplify things?

My mind wanders about, enters a maze, is lost.

I count the cost: one dolour, two dolours, three…

Playing the ‘Nirvana’ Game.

Playing the ‘Nirvana’ Game.

G: My dog’s got no stick.

M: How does it smell?

G: Sorry?

M: Never mind.

G: Nirvana!

M: You win.


SFX phone rings and is picked up

G: Hello.

M: Hi, it’s me.

G: Hello, me.

M: Hello. This party of yours tonight?

G: If I was having a party…?

M: Go with the premise, go with the premise.

G: Okay. What about the party? I’m really looking forward to it.

M: Is it fancy dress?

G: I don’t know. Is it fancy dress?

M: For the purpose of this thing, no.

G: No. not fancy dress, as far as I am aware.

M: So, no need to dress up?

G: No. Just come as you are.

M: Nirvana! I win!