Slug Control Bracket
We saw it there, in the dark: a frame as though for gymnastics, to hang an athlete; static wires hold in place, suspended, the thing. A tongue, a mollusc, a gastropod, a slug stuck. With no sense of proportion or orientation, from a rudimentary point of view we see the thing, no, the creature, oozing, hung before our eyes. A throbbing exhibition in some mute gallery of living flesh? Meat from an abattoir of the future?...But no, the whimsy fades and is buried as blood sugar returns to a functional concentration. A famished brain, diluted, directs its dregs at converting the light as it plays upon each eye-lid. Otherwise empty streaks shine forth to follow any starved fancy, conjuring images. The "slug control bracket" is just another slide from anyone's nervous system.