So, then I had finally managed to summon The Monster of disco, three days ago, after what seemed like ages
but it had only been half successful
either succe or ssful
Let's say that the monster was there, alright, but shaped of clay
and with a discoball for a (metal)head
In other words, it couldn’t even talk to me
which was a huge problem
as I wanted it to tell me its story,
so I could share that with the world,
one way or another.
Once again, it was there
but not really...
It felt like we were in parallel universes,
unable to really communicate with each other.
I was aware of the creature
but it didn’t seem to be aware of me.
And then, today, something dramatic happened...
Not only did it lose its head
it also lost an arm or leg
or whatever kind of limb
or should I say tentacle?
it was.
The thing seemed to disintegrate, right in front of me,
probably making its way back to whatever dimension it came from...
Apparently our meeting wasn’t meant to be nor to last long.
Had it only arrived to show me that it wasn’t gone entirely?
Was it perhaps teasing me, trying to mess with my mind?
Or was it merely disco(nnecting)?
Whatever was the case, I wouldn’t give up this easily.
My name didn’t come from the Latin verb for winning ( vincere ), without a reason.
And then it hit me:
It was carnival today!
A tradition that I don’t take part in, as it feels kind of foolish to me, just another excuse for people to get drunk and act like idiots ( do we really need carnival for that, these days? )
So, perhaps my now favorite monster ( sorry Hypersensitivosaurus, I can’t love two monsters at once ) was playing a prank on me on this day of foolery?
Yeah, that must be it.
Anyhow, I don’t like to be messed with.
Two can play that game!
You fool me, I will fool you.
Just wait...
TO BE CONVINUED...
For those of you who aren't aware of this, probably most who read this: The 'disco' part in this monster's name comes from the word disconnection. More on that in this origin post of last August: The Monster of Disco, where I also share a story that I wrote in April 2021, during the most isolated of times, the plandemic.
Funny enough, the disconnectedness was not based on that time's isolation but on my phone not working any longer and me living in a house away from town, without a car and feeling overly disconnected without a functioning phone. That short story was called: "The-Monster-ofDis-con-nec-ted-Ness". Take away the 'nnectedness' and you have the name for my current monster.
The picture above this post was taken on today's walk to - and from - the nearest garbage container ( a 10+ minute walk x 2 ). The rainy weather makes for spectacular views.