The Prestidigitator
Your hand contains first of all an impossible doll whose cream cotton dress, wrinkled by your fingers, makes a door into Peru, a virtual reality door, except real. Instead of a phone, it is a doll, and the door is your hand. The door is hexagon shaped, and when you step through it, your hand remains holding the doll but is also simultaneously in Peru.
There are similar doors all over the western hemisphere. One has recently been discovered on the 100th page of Proust—the recently published Penguin paperback edition of Swann’s Way. Some readers report going through the page and arriving in Martinique. Like speaking in tongues, only particular people who are both gifted for unknown but probably genetic reasons and who are especially attentive to the world around them can explain the confluence of factors that link particular doors to particular destinations or predict where undiscovered doors may be found.
It is in the precise phase space of being neither in the hand, nor the hand itself, nor the hole, nor in the place beyond the hole where you will find me, the prestidigitator. I fly between space like a dirigible with wings of air plants, before they were a thing. In my deranged flights between mutliverses I huddle inside my green onesie, safe from the extreme temperatures of hyperspace. Only every other weekend do I briefly return home to check on my cats.
When I was last home I found my wife had sworn off plastic and beef. She explained in perfect semantic units the algebra of the earth’s ecosystem and how these two categories alone reek catastrophe on our race. The three balls of yarn she sets before her slowly are becoming a dish towel in her hands, which form a phase space of their own of an entirely different kind. It too creates a wormhole to Peru, but I swear it is different. After traveling through her door, the streets are filled with all kinds of small, edible objects, like bricks. In the door in your hand, one only finds chocolate, and often in the most unexpected places.
art by JohnMoProductions
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