Headspace: A series in which teaching staff and students from the English Department write about a place or space they go to write, read, study or create. [Read all entries.] [Revisit the “Ongoing” series.] [Revisit the “Interrogative” series.]
The Dungeon Headcase
To the memory of William S. Burroughs
Fresh eyes. That constant morphing happens often in the office. Convenience, but I have never climbed my day, though the lack of fresh air and a view has inspired contact with the screen. For hours, in the form of adding a painting of a window with nice views. Solitary: there’s a computer in front, just sitting. In the park, the trick is to transform the inner dungeon. Get addictive! At times: mice clicking. I’m lovin’ it—to seek out the things that locals eat, see, and experience. Essentially, we desire an estranged familiarity. The same is true for when we return. We delight in looking at the mundane through when we travel to remote locales and exotic land. Often times we go out of our way, where I spend most of my ideas of escape, its ways in and out. Actually, walking out. The imitated windows, with landscapes of the mind. I could only look through the dungeon. Is a box of six rectangular surfaces all I stood on top of? The metal chest of drawers; my bureaucratic, thoroughly sealed door; that high ass pressed onto the chair. Eyes like thickish freakish glasses that hardly let any daylight in. On weekdays, confinement is voluntary. Not a friend behind. Writing and reading. Occasional voices from the corridor: supplement.
Editor’s note: This is Ivan and Holden’s second collaboration. Also see “A Creative Response to the 3rd Movement of Shostakovich’s Eighth Symphony”.
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Ivan Delazari is a PhD Fellow at the Department of English Language and Literature currently engaged in a musico-literary intermediality research project. [Click here to read all entries by Ivan.]
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Holden Liang Qichao is a PhD student at the Department of English Language and Literature. [Click here to read all pieces by Holden.]
Haha… a dungeon AND voluntary confinement. The inhabitant, still a king of infinite space. How did u two divide the labor?😆