Zomzara

(There is a PDF version of this, which I think is easier to read. If you want to read that version scroll to the bottom and follow the link in the artists comments) Mandala 1. The organ pulses, like a heartbeat. It's Chopin. James hated Chopin. He liked Philip Glass, but that was about as far as his classical repertoire went. The organ player is either stoned, or very much an amateur. She's key-mashing like her fingers (or feet?) belong to someone twice her weight. I hope she is stoned. I blink and get to my feet. They walk me down the lonely aisle. Heads turn. I feel like a bride, except I am walking the wrong way, I am wearing black and

Opening/ Closing Part 1: Mishima (Opening.) There he is, clutching a battered copy of Mishima's Forbidden Colours as he waits for the Edgware tube. He is wearing a pair of black corduroys, customised converse shoes, a blazer adorned in button badges over a striped shirt. His tie is narrow, black and has a couple of safety pins stuck through it. His hair is not naturally that deep dark colour. And he doesn't actually have to wear those chunky framed glasses. Unlike me, he has 20x20 vision. He wears glasses in order to look more like a beat poet. I am not sure why he harbours the illusion that beat poets all walked around in cord trousers, co