Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press
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Alexi: (looks over at Ken.) It makes me wonder why every new level<br />
apprehended is paradoxically another cage to escape for the sake of the<br />
next; each “advance” is met with higher demands, lower rewards, and<br />
stronger cage bars. Bizarre, bright blue alloys and snake-like dancing<br />
girls. (He shrugs with a chuckle.) I don’t know, Ken. It seems you think<br />
your personality has fractured. Why?<br />
Ken: The writing is metaphorical, but when you get down to it, those<br />
fragments are all just a piece of your self. They’re more distinguished<br />
then a mood.<br />
Alexi: (takes off sunglasses, glances at his twin reflection in the<br />
lenses, and places them on the table) I ask because I’ve theorized the<br />
same thing. I mean the fracture, of course. I find myself wondering why<br />
it would happen…whether it’s a natural process… (after a dramatic<br />
pause, begins speaking to a third person who’s not there in one of the<br />
empty chairs): Masks that people wear for everyone else. A problem<br />
arises when the mask becomes too natural; the person can’t differentiate<br />
between “self” and “it” any longer. If I experience something, doesn’t<br />
that make it real? Picture an onion, sliced in half… (Alexi chops downward<br />
with the edge of his hand. His hand stops just short of a wine glass<br />
seated on the table. There is a loud noise, a clear, crystalline note, and the<br />
glass explodes all over the table. Ken and Alexi sit, blinking at each<br />
other for a moment, before Alexi continues as if nothing ever happened.)<br />
Uhm… The layers build up on top of themselves, there’s no “core,” no<br />
“absolute.” <strong>My</strong> persona has not only split, it’s growing an awareness, a<br />
decision-making capacity, of its own. There isn’t one persona, one self,<br />
that rules. The act is out of control.<br />
Ken: (nodding and smiling subtly.) I think we can do what we want,<br />
unbound boy. It’s such a trivial thing to say that there are no absolutes,<br />
though. Self contradiction? Is that phrase absolute? Everything I think I<br />
know is untrue, and probably not even useful to the task at hand… I am.<br />
I can be reasonably sure of that. Everything else? A madman’s dream?<br />
Objective reality? Ovaltine? (pause) If you can follow the no-arrow<br />
thread that runs between my words and think the non-thought that can be<br />
the only true thought, I’ll give you a cookie-dough dispensing phallus.<br />
(He stands abruptly and gestures towards himself.) Follow me.<br />
Alexi: (follows curiously.)<br />
Ken: (leading him to the coat room.) You remember how silly I used<br />
to always be, and how overtly masculine?<br />
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