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VOICES OF THE DIALOGUE
X0R, being the narrator and recorder of the dialogue, with NOGGAMEMNON, who rests atop the shoulders and can gaze upon the path, and both LINKS and PLODICUS, being brothers, opposite but equal whose view is naught but closer to grounded.
Fresh snow, moonlight, poetry, and the slushy whisk of a passing vehicle in the wet streets. It would be a poor assumption to enjoin the charitable act of conversation between such disparate parties.
SCENE : From Among Snowdrifts & Moonbeams
NOGGAMEMNON : I almost feel as if I could sprout a lively epic, complete with rhyming verse on this chilly night. The moon is waning. The fresh snow is catching the light drizzling from the sky and it is together tossing a delicate balance between itself and the amber glow of the scattered street lamps. Do you see? There are fresh prints trailing in our wake this evening, left then right, left then right…
LINKS : You are a fool, Nog, a hat rack, finally unplugged from your gadgets tonight long enough to avert your waning attention in our downward direction. Those are our markings there in the soft snow, my brother and I leaving our impressions upon the side walks for once rather than reverse being true. Am I correct or is it not so, dear brother?
PLODICUS : So true, brother. So true.
LINKS : We are but the humble, plodding pedestals, after all. Pay us no heed, Nog. We’ll forgive you of your failure to acknowledge our role in this effort. Go back to your distractions and your moonlight sonatas while we keep the pace for a while longer.
NOGGAMEMNON : Perhaps we should talk more. I didn’t mean to cause insult. These adventures, as much as such wisdom has been often imparted to us, implies the general mentality of the journey. This is a sport of the mind, no? A game of thoughts and focus, a race against oneself. And who here is the extrapolated essence of self more than I? You are humble pedestals, yes, it is true. But up here I am X0r’s fleeting thoughts and distracted impulses, a mind wrapped in such a corporeal and fragile shell. Give me my due.
X0R : Steady. And, yes, you should talk more. I need all of you, to be honest.
PLODICUS : But you need us more, right?
X0R : Well, I suppose that depends who you ask. But… well, no. I’ll not play favourites amongst my own self, carving you so inequitably into fractional imbalance. It is poorly played enough that there is a dichotomy at all, so my encouragement of it will stop here. You’ll need to find a way to get along.
LINKS : Ah, so it should be then that Nog might glance down more often and ask us of our plight?
NOGGAMEMNON : Are you suggesting that I have naught? You mutter in the patter of your language of the sole, whispers on the concrete and asphalt, scuffing together down there, crudely supposing my gadgets and my distractions are less than a carelessness towards the effort. But have you for once considered my plight?
X0R : I’ll settle this and suggest you are all three of you plight’d. And your cousins, too, scattered around my being, less apt to such fits of importance as this dialogue has so far demonstrated, also have their own moments of ingratitude referenced as so-called plight. Settle this amongst yourselves then. I’ll bear witness and nothing else.
PLODICUS : I hurt.
LINKS : Hush, brother. That is not the point. Pain is not the point.
NOGGAMEMNON : Isn’t it? Well, anyhow. I agree to the terms.
LINKS : What terms? We haven’t discussed so much thus far.
NOGGAMEMNON : Fine, not terms then. The proposition of a kind. I agree to pay heed, or homage, credence, forbearance, whatever you’ll have of me to your plights… if your honourable selves will return the favour skywards.
LINKS : You mock.
NOGGAMEMNON : Only but a little. Give me leave of my humour and humours, my wittier sensibilities are another matter for another day. There is sincerity nestled in it’s folds and twists, I am certain. My deepest of natures continues to be bent towards the poetic, as you such disdain and which I contest. It is true that I may not often see the prints left upon the path behind us, but I do see the course ahead and I am willing to steer it in a direction that suits the fancy of yourself and your brother, be that a course of the literal or the conversational.
LINKS : Be it conversational. We will pursue this proposition as you call it. A discussion. And whatever leaps from it will be to the benefit of us all.
PLODICUS : But whatever shall we discuss? Bah. I’ve nothing to say to him.
LINKS : Again, brother, hush your tongue and lace your mouth shut. You will discuss, as simple and uncluttered by forethought as your utterances will likely be. We will both of us play this game, at least as long as it suits us fairly. Noggamemnon, perched upon those shoulders is willing to play fair too, I assume.
NOGGAMEMNON : Indeed. If you offer the course, I will follow as long as I am able.
LINKS : Then a course I will set, though perhaps not as clearly as any of us might hope. Give my brother and I a few days of rest and thought and I will propose it to you all when next we together run.
A COLLOQUY OF DISTRACTION, a dialogue between the voices on the merits or weaknesses of focus, attention, and diversion.