"Cecil?" the television says...

Cecil sweats an odor that smells of pain.

Those who come near can distinguish between the expressionless game of trite introduction and the masque of blind white desire in the form of life’s most brutal lesson..

We End..

It’s all around all the time.

Can animals see through us? Cecil must know this..

“See through us? What the hell are you sayin?” Cecil queries himself

I mean act? Act out the subconscious desires or feelings we choose to hide underneath a plausible façade..

“Animals? Dude yer talkin crazy. Why not just state the obvious?” Cecil practically yells at himself..

Most of us don’t when it comes to fear, intimidation; we fluster under pressure.. Call it innate that over the years something that scares us we put up mental barricades for..

“So the dogs are acting on some kinda metaphysical, new age physics; some kinda particle consciousness?” Cecil wonders

Why not?

“That’s pretty far out there for us empiricists; Where’s the proof bro?” Asking no one in particular, Cecils’ monologue by the drinking fountain half past the snack machine is noticed by the crazy eye of the only security guard known to pull his gun on small animals on campus…

There is no proof that is the beauty of it..

Our limited perspective keeps us so close to the dark..

This is the night that Cecil will test the theory of entropy..

Forget it all now, Cecil, and pass the little cherry to the sweet tooth..

The cool night calls the subconscious out into the trees.. The campus-forest is deep tonight..

The dew is already forming in its stiff warm branches..

Like someone who is constantly overwrought in explanation yet has nothing to say, Cecil will know what it means to lick inertia’s breast..