The Atrocity Exhibition

With a smile she watched Koester trip clumsily over a discarded tyre. This unattractive and obsessed young man -why had she made love to him? Perhaps, like Koester, she was merely a vector in Talbert’s dreams.

Webster watched the images of the young woman on the screen, sections of her body intercut with pieces of modern architecture. All these buildings. What did Talbert want to do - sodomize the Festival Hall?

Talbert’s library of cheap photo-pornography is in fact a vital literature, a kindling of the few taste buds left in the jaded palates of our so-called sexuality.’

‘Surely it’s self-evident - Talbert’s intention is to have intercourse with Miss Taylor, though needless to say not in the literal sense of that term.’

‘Not in the Literal Sense.’

Catherine Austin was conscious of the increasing dissociation of the events around her.

Coma watched him with her rune-filled eyes.

‘Why must we await,

overhead wires like some forgotten algebra of the sky.

He pointed to the pallid face of a young man whose photograph he had pinned above the bed like the icon of some algebraic magus.