Scene 18

King’s Parade, from Lisa’s perspective. Then from Joe’s. As usual, the first person perspectives are bevelled by void. There is one droplet of high resolution moving in a sea of context and supposition. Flocks of threadlike stains rotate. Reality is sewn over a blind spot. From Lisa’s. From Joe’s. Rapidly back and forth, showing how their floaters would combine to outline a god in the mouth of the Parade.