The stain

The stain began innocuously – dark nosebleed on an off-white shower curtain. A young man had traveled from his sea-level San Francisco home to mountainous New Mexico, and the change in elevation caused his nose to gush soon after. At first it was only a small, amoeba-like blotch soaking in. The man grabbed a tissue from the hotel sink and brought it to his leaking orifice with surprise. But then the color on the curtain started to spread. It crept with increasing swiftness (like the wine-red sins of bacchanalian jaunts) across the expanse of bleached fabric, until the entire sheet was a malevolent maroon. From there it jumped to the ceramic of the tub, and in the course of several minutes, overtook the bathroom completely. The fellow rubbed his eyes in stupefaction. He thought: this must be a dream. As the pigment swelled up his legs and over his body, he attempted a scream, but no sound came from his mouth. The laws of his universe were breaking.

The stain continued to spread. It picked up pace, it left no crevice untainted. Outside, in the streets, people fled from its rapid dispersion as it ate up the variegated hues, tints and shades of city: taxicabs, buildings, hot dog stands, parks, sky. Soon the whole world was coated in the most terrible, homogenous burgundy. Citizens looked like unbaked clay. Even the whites of their eyes were no longer white, but brick-red. People lost their basic senses in the uniformity – no longer could they really see or hear or smell. They kept bumping into things and each other. They were panicked, helpless.

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John saved the file to his desktop and closed the program. Another day, another world. His skills in AutoQuix 3D (v.4) seemed to be improving exponentially since he’d shelled out for the online course. Tomorrow he could possibly finish the ‘monochrome’ modeling exercises and move into primary colors. I’ll be an expert in no time, he thought.

~ by kingzoko on December 16, 2013.

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