Dandy vs. Il Monstro, Part 1

Amidst jugglers, her agonizing wants are tearing at her.
The monster sends the jugglers out of her sight.
She weeps, sad and throws herself on the ottoman.
She picks up a framed photo of a mocking juggler, only to throw it down.
She walks out onto the balcony. The sirens take her. She drifts into psychedelia. She walks up stairs. She hops down. Weird music blares and then is muted, only to unwrap. She speaks in a metallic voice: + I am not who I am.+
Train ticket. Choo choo. She sleeps against the train window. She walks the desolate Vermont road. Her walk becomes an echo of her walk. The sounds of the psychedelia disintegrate into low-lining growls of nature's contentment. Those eventually transform to stillness. She walks along an undisturbed path. Her focus has drifted deep back within her limits. She is Thoreau-ized.


The Dandy flashes back to babyDandy life.
Cradled, he hurls out Wildean expletives to his mother, barely disturbing her mac-n-cheese display. Is ignorance really bliss?
An ancient calendar time-elapses over Proustian blurbs-n-snippets to present day Dandy, breathing smoky morn forest air - foraging -foraging for what?
We reach back in time to when Dandy was promised a specialness. Probably from Riehn Gojar on the morning of his upcoming imprisonment. Gojar's violent abduction permanently stuck behind Dandy's eyelids.
Dandy writes in the dirt with a stick "Riehn Gojar" and then stomps it out like a personal psychiatric fire. He pushes on to the supposed alleged purported destination of specialness, only to wander near a simple house, upon which the monster attempts a meditative relaxation exercise. The tea pot she wields is a fantastic piece of beauty, and the Dandy covets it. His eyes are overwhelmed.
It is the teapot from Sen Rikyu...