lady day...

...Ordog moves briskly now [Dream Book,
Entry November 21st 21:51] the long hallway further
than the eye can see, hollow white walls, separated
by Doors an assortment of colours... Ordog's
shadow, horn rimmed, with long white lab coat...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
his voice shrill but punchy: he rarely rests on a
A
syllable, it's all quick sentences, matter-of-facts...
where we pass a room, as daylight seeped from
without her eyes, the white-ish yellow sun like and
radiant... she is alone on a telephone speaking to
God? the black dial up telephone is sat in the centre
of the room attached to a long cord, as if a Helmut
Newton photograph come to life in front of eyes
where she is staring at the window in the door... oh,
that's Claudia, we don't go in there, that's for those
we reluctantly deem in communication with God,
this higher power, said Ordog, we ought not to
defile ourselves with people that are mystics, they
distract us from the work, and often turn against us
after a period of working for us here, deny what
they themselves have also created, as Estrella did...
when he spoke her name a telephone rang, perhaps
god? ......dial tone......
...Ordog continues to explain the telephone
room, he calls it, where basically after a routine
dosage of time, let's say months, we allow a person
a telephone call, we answer, sometimes we don't
and we feel it acts as a thought experiment into
what people want, and of course they often don't
agree with many things, but the subjects are
tremendously engaging and written down here
inside these folders... Ordog touches bright yellow
folders marked: Attache, Red Room I, Emergency
Deaths 69, Dream Killing 079.... albeit what
75