PROLOGUE

He followed her walking figure along the bridge.
Her fit hips were brightly lit by the glare of the headlamps and heavy metals rounded her slender wrists and ankles.
The young and desperate laid scattered along the sidewalks while whores called to him like souls in need.

It was one of those blue and lavender nights when the luminous color seemed to have been blown over the scene with an airbrush.

Even the darkest shadows held some purple.

He held the feeling of seeing her that first time closely to his heart, and nurtured the sight of her imaginary body even weeks after.


SESSION

He came early to pick her up.
She wore a tight black dress split up the front.
They didn't talk much as the arrangement was clear.
All white powder truth session, everyone liked everything about her.
She noticed the hip-touching compliments and the stolen glances that were silently brushing up and down her fair marble skin.
All the meat, and all it desired, partly revealed and partly concealed.

Suddenly disconcerted, out of her depth, she turned and walked to the exit.


DOPAMINE

The night dead still and deader black, she reached out for his slightly parted lips.
Out from that deep secret mind cellar below all thought, he gently bit her finger, hinting at the existence of a shared undercurrent.
She was shortly taken aback, but repaid him with a smile that seemed to promise all sorts of undefined intimacies.
All of a sudden language leaped out of him in a muddy, twisting torrent while his eyes turned to big black pools of love.

Even if she deceived him, he felt no less.


THE PLEASUREDOME

Each and every existence became a structure around the limitless vision quests which began on each sacred night.
As soon as they entered the Pleasuredome, the scent of Santal, acidic sweat and pent up smoke hit their noses.
All city children gathered here.
They habitually upgraded their nervous system with the help of pills, powders, plants and potions to chase temporary truths and to gain insight into the human condition.
But the only results were the repetitious words and questions of the ever young.

Where you from, what you on?

He grabbed her hand and steered her towards the dance floor.
Late-night red lights shone upon the adrenalized flesh while bone-rattling bass pulsated over the E-rushing body.
All those human structures glowed immanently like tiny nuclear power plants, heating up and frantically moving towards collective meltdown.
Her lips gently wrapped around him, and his fingers felt her up, spilling fluids in and over each other and joining souls.

We are awake only in what we love and desire.


ASHEN DAYLIGHT

Ashen daylight.
Talking was painful as every word clumsily cut through the quiet.
Somehow the silence seemed too complete. He lazily gazed out of the window.
A flat grey landscape littered with tall standing billboards, faded, met his eyes.
Induced intimacy wore off like cheap cologne.
And his stained and tired body became a reminder of a night of many nights.
Again, all he had entered was the zone of fruitless intensification.
The only consequence of his elliptical existential pull towards a world unclaimable
was his gradually shrinking mind,
down to a raw core of parsible entities.

He went to unearth Eden, only to find it populated with himself.
A miserable repetition, a carnival in which the rusting fairground wheel of desire forever turns in desolate circles.

His the world entire.

[ME004] Paradise Revealed

Monica Europe