(Segment 20)
My clothes are lying in a heap on the floor. A mass of cotton and colour patches that one would expect to writhe. Masses writhe, they do not just lie on bedroom floors. That being said, I am glad that the mass of clothes on my bedroom floor is not writhing.
THE UNEXPLAINED MOVEMENT OF MY COTTON GARMENTS IS DEEPLY DISTRESSING
The clothes are not dirty. One would expect – apart from the writhing – that the clothes have congregated precisely because they are dirty. But no, I cleaned them today. *Subverting expectations*. There was to be a large thunderstorm you see, and my friend was performing a stand-up comedy set in the evening. Perhaps now you better understand the need for a pile? Whilst hurriedly picking my still-wet clothing from the clothing line, I wondered why I had not gotten up earlier, thereby beginning the washing process sooner. This would have in turn led to more time for the clothes to hang in the sunshine and dry out. The wondering changes nothing. I still have a mass of wet clothes on my bedroom floor.
WET HEAPING OF CLOTHES
Given enough time, sitting in its own wetness, the pile will develop growths. Mould finds its way into the pile far more quickly than one might expect. Left to sit there and rot in their own stew, my clothes shall become the breeding grounds for a plethora of unseen microorganisms. Damp and wet. A midden heap. What to do? I couldn’t possibly hang them up again, that would be like admitting defeat. No, better to let the clothes sit. Damply sitting. Perhaps, after long enough, the mass will even begin to writhe as it becomes more and more alive.
THE CLOTHES ARE NO LONGER CLEAN, THE CYCLE BEGINS ANEW
Instructions
Gather a small quantity of irritating material
Sand, cat hair, dog hair, pollen, horsehair
Rub into your eyes, deeply