The colors before his inner eye were constantly changing. Phosphenes, spirals, concentric circles, diffraction patterns, all these entoptic fractals. And notes. There were fluttering visuals of musical notes. That on-off impression made it difficult for him to think a steady thought. JE could not capture a solid picture of a memory from within the last two days which was not a setup from his mind just a moment ago. “Later, when I’m not alone anymore.” He put the pencil and the little notebook aside and went into the bathroom.
He felt the cold water on his face and was really hoping it would purge his mind from all these wearing motifs. Even though he could not remember a single thing that happened between now and two days ago he had the foreboding it wasn’t anything good.
He turned the tap off and caught his reflection in the mirror. A vibrating sound from his mobile made him wince. Someone tried to phone him – for the umpteenth time today.
Sentences came to his mind. Just like the entopic fractals they were not something any human could catch, hold, reflect and then let it disappear into time and space.
“If there’s one thing I know I’m going to be consistent in today, it’s in being inconsistent in my today.” The vibration stopped. He grabbed the keys, his mobile and left the house.
In the meantime, in another home, SEB sat in his garden in the big chair enjoying his after-work pint. He tried to relax and recover as much as possible from a sleepless night. This evening the band would come together to practice and maybe jam a bit to find new songs and rhythms. SEB was excited. The last time the Black Space Riders met, the situation was a bit tensed up. There was a problem staying in the old practice room and today was the day they could meet in the new one for the first time.
He sat back and tried to listen to the inspiring noise from the sprinkler. “There is such a beauty in each sound.” He drifted away somehow but an inappropriate sound – always considered situational – got him back to reality in just a second.
“Who’s disturbing?” SEB knew how to dose his irony as efficient as possible.
„Hey, it’s SAQ. Eh, … it’s practice today, you know. SLI and I wanted to bring our stuff to our new room. I could not talk to JE, he did not answer any of my calls. Within the last two days! You know what happened? I want to know what’s our new room. Eh, do you know?”
SEB felt like a child in a kart, spinning around and suddenly stopped by a wall of beer-bottles. Destroying all the bottles, wet all over and even knowing that children are not allowed to drink beer.
“I don’t know the room number, but I talked to CRIP an hour ago while he was driving to Ludger’s office to get this information. So, maybe we could…”
“Okay, beware, eh, stay where you are. Relax. SLI and I will get things done. By the way… next week, NAPALM DEATH are coming to town. Tickets just 51 Euro. Wanna go?”
“No, thanks. Just paid my new TUSMØRKE-CD with my last 51 Euros this month.“
Before SAQ could laugh maliciously like a grizzly bear standing in front of his lunch, SEB ended the call. “See you later, crocodile!” SEB whispered something like “one has to be the bassplayer ” and leaned back in his chair again.
SLI was busy carrying the band stuff out of their old practice room, when CRIP and SAQ met him in the hallway of the complex. “Hey guys! That’s so much in here, what a mess! And I don’t know where to bring it. CRIP, you asked Ludger about our new room?“
CRIP tried to catch a breath and was ready to answer SAQs question but just in that moment they heard a loud and well known voice from behind.
“I’m just having one question….”
JE was standing right behind them. In his right hand he was holding a big silver key which he was presenting to SLI, SAQ und CRIP like a sacred item. With it he was pointing at them with a serious facial expression.
“Who are you and what are you doing with my stuff?”