“Knock! Knock! Knock!”
The cracking sound of a heavy door ripped open the intoxicated silence.
“Sorry to interrupt you, I said. I saw a ray of light under the door, I just pushed it to see what was behind it.”
I kept bringing forth an absolute cascade of words as I was standing behind the solid door I could only afford to open half way .
“Am I disturbing you? I hope not! I know it’s been a while, crossing the desert to reach you. May I come in ? I won’t be long.”
My voice echoed strangely through the room. Then a deafening silence invaded the space. There was nobody except me in this quite dark room, abandoned for ages. I could tell that because as I was moving forward cautiously, a mishmash of overlapping spider webs covered my face. A fine dust that filled the air almost instantly invaded my nose then my throat. I sneezed too loudly and again the sound of my voice echoed back. I raised my eyes towards what seems to be the stained glass window of a church.
“How the hell did I get here!” I gasped.
A shrill voice answered : “You tell me !”
I began to feel horribly frightened but I kept my head for all of that.
“Who’s speaking ? Where are you ? It is completely dark here and I can’t see you !” I claimed calmly as I was stumbling and fumbling in the dark, trying to find something familiar to grasp with my hands.
Finally, through persistence, I reached what seemed to be a dusty pew. I grabbed the back of the bank, took a step forward and finally sank into it. I felt somehow relieved to be on a position I could at last control. Unfortunately, the dust flied in the air and filled in my nostrils and made me sneeze again.
“ Bless you! ” replied the little voice to my noisy and moisty sneeze.
“Who are you?” I shouted, leaning forward, both hands flat on the bench. I could feel something tickling my left hand. I immediately moved my hand to get rid of this unpleasant sensation.
“Ouch! I just wanted to be nice with you after all, and you answer is to reject me!”
“ What the hell are you saying? I don’t even know where you are!” I retorted
“ Oh you! Sneaky human trash, scum of the earth! I was on your hand!”
“What? I don’t understand! What do you mean you were on my hand? Are you a fairy or something?”
“ Nah! I am a cockroach!”
“Yuuck, a cockroach? I was shivering with disgust to the idea that a loathsome insect was rambling all over my body. “I must be dreaming! It can’t be true! I must have been crazy with all those eerie events!”
“Hey, Yuuck yourself! You vermin!”
“Watch yourself and be careful what you say!” I started to feel itchy skin rashes erupting all over my skin!”
“Nah, I won’t shut up, your specie is a disaster for our planet. Soon, you’ll be completely erased thanks to your God. I read about it in the Bibles I eat, digest and expel all day long!”
“Aah, I see you are an educated pest, you can speak and read English!” My bulging eyes were throbbing in my eyelids and I couldn’t catch my breath anymore. An urgent need was quite literally itching me. I couldn’t bear that irrelevant and superfluous discussion. I wasn’t here to listen to the lyrical nonsense of an insignificant insect. I was here to draw your attention to tell you a big “Hello!”
“ I dearly despise the human kind. You made this heavenly place a hell from which YOU yearn to escape. Fortunately for us, WE were designed to resist any nuclear disaster! ”
“ Have you finished your tirade? ” I grabbed the Bible that was next to me and hit the insect with it.
“Serves you right! You get what you give! ”
The moral of this story is that there is no moral in this story. I am not Jean de La Fontaine. COULD I CATCH YOUR ATTENTION AT LEAST?
Happy Lockdown and Pinholistically Yours !
PS : If I made some mistakes, please bear in my that English is not my mother tongue. I gently squeezed my head to extract a little bit creative juice on a computer: If you like it, share it!
The pinhole picture was taken in 2018 during the git together meeting in Norwich organized by Alex Yates.
The brand of the film was FOMA 400 ISO and developed with FOMA chemistry. I used a Holga 120 pinhole camera.