The Purple Machine

Do you know what’s in your hand?

“The author is the audience.” Felix Mooneeram on Unsplash. Edited by the author.

3:49am in May. It’s not quite winter but temperatures are plummeting.

I need to go to the bathroom. They never have that scene in the movie, but this isn’t a movie, it’s life.

For most movies these days I’m not in the target audience.

The whole world is my audience as I type this. My target audience for this performance, however, is just myself.

The purple machine, trapped inside my skull, never stops performing. Should I clap, jeer, wave my fists, give the performance three out five stars.

“An interesting premise soon veered off into self indulgence and Robert’s mind soon lost focus”
2.5 stars. Robert Gowty on Medium

I’m talking to myself. Don’t say it out loud and no one will notice.

Machines within machines.

William Burroughs called us the soft machine. The brain used to be called grey matter but it’s more of a greyish pink. Somewhere else gets referred to as the pink bits, so to my mind, purple is close enough.

What’s more, purple prose is a kind of brain snap, the mind running amok.