A Note From Inside

This wasn't just internal dialog. He was talking to himself again. In first person narrative, but the voice doing the talking wasn't his own. I could hear the gears turning in there. Smell the rubber burning and taste his confusion on the tip of my silver tongue. Sweet.

Yeah. There was a new kid on Harry Mars' block tonight. Taking up a lot of room on the only turf Harry really controlled up to this point, -that dark, private space between his ears.

That's not as small a space as it might seem. Mars' imagination is vastly larger than the space it takes up. Surely there's room for the two of us. Of course, Harry has a lifetime lease on the space that there's only one way to get out of. Me? I can move on whenever I want, -but I ain't goin' nowhere....

77 El Deora
Oblique Americana: a verbis ad verbera