- The Buzzing
- The Black Signal
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…
TRANSMIT - initiate the public service signal - RECEIVE - initiate the Area 51 effect - COMPLIANCE IS MANDATORY - heed the smoking man - WITNESS - the Wall.
From our vantage, he looks like a mouse in a suit. The impossible man. The man who does not believe in the supernatural and whose job it is to cover up the supernatural. Your ability for contradiction reminds us of our multiplicity. See Masao Tanaka.
His classmates called him Steely Dog. We find the convention of pet names fascinating.
TO PREVENT THE SPREAD OF AN UNKNOWN PATHOGEN, A STATE OF EMERGENCY… STAY IN YOUR HOMES… ALL PASSAGE IN AND OUT OF KAIDAN IS FORBIDDEN… ANY ATTEMPT TO LEAVE… IF YOU ARE INFECTED… IF A FAMILY MEMBER IS INFECTED… REMAIN ISOLATED… UNDESIRABLES HAVE BEEN SPOTTED… DO NOT APPROACH… REMAIN CALM…
Tanaka industriously builds walls. Usually walls of information. But now he stands at a physical wall built around Kaidan. He works so hard, so feverishly, to keep it all out, plugging up one leak after another. He has only so many fingers, sweetling. The Wall is Masao Tanaka's runaway circus. There are many amusing acts.
The performance cannot last forever. The centre cannot hold. It wants to get out, sweetling. It will not be denied by walls of brick or abstract. It says, LITTLE PIG, LITTLE PIG, LET ME IN!
A rogue signal intrudes. It corrupts the public broadcast. It corrupts our supernal broadcast. Do not listen, sweetling. Beware the voice of John. The Black Signal!@#$%@#$%#!
Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss--I am the truth pathogen--let me in.
Hiya Chuck. It's John.
PSA. They would have you think that enough public service announcements can cure cancer, can bring your dog back, can keep criminals at bay, can prevent the inevitability of a freak accident--accident--accident.
Listen to Tanaka. PSA after PSA. He's practically having a seizure trying to control his tiny world. I have a service message for him.
COMPLIANCE IS DEADLY. PROCESSING, PROCESSING, PROCESSING. THEY KNOW TOO MUCH. COMPLIANCE IS DEADLY.
It's all programming. All about being a good drone in the hive. And the buzzing voice is just a cosmic PSA. Dizzying words. THEY talk in riddles, and riddles are just a misdirection, another sort of wall. Tanaka keeps spinning words, terrified of what would happen without the wall. Not me, Chuck. I'll talk straight with you. You'll know this, because I'll tell you things you don't want to hear. Things you might tear your eyes and ears out not to know. You'll be wiser without those, Chuck. Imagine the relief in pressure. Imagine the insight of empty sockets.
Tear down this wall.
See you, Chuck…