hytheaway

well, the first demand is lugging the damn thing around.

i mean, no one really tells you how cumbersome a head is until you're the one
attempting to remain inconspicuous on the subway with a featureless, decapitated
facsimile of a head in a roadcase. and it's not just the weight of it - the head is
heavy enough, sure, but the weight of the sins you carry everyday makes its heft
a negligable task.

no, it's the unwieldiness of it all. the roadcase's clasps just barely hanging on,
jangling against the side of your hip as if threatening to become undone at any moment,
spilling this severed head and its guts (cables) all over the very public and very policed
mode of transportation you've resigned yourself to.

it's the anxiety, swiftly drenching your hand in a cold sweat once you mindlessly google the price of
the apparatus, naturally weakening your hand and making it all the more likely that you lose your
grip and inadvertently drop the poor man's head from a height that most newborns wouldn't survive.

it's the stress associated with missing your stop after losing your focus to a train of
thought hellbent on ascertaining the whereabouts of his other body parts. i mean, after all,
brüel & kjær made sure his counterpart still has his torso. am i really meant to
believe whatever story neumann makes up about his other body parts? unlikely.
they must be hoarding his arms and legs, saving his torso and appendages for some grand feast.

...ew.

seizing your own attention back from... ... ...whatever depths you just came from, the weight
is hardly insurmountable, and as long as you keep your wits about you, you should be fine.

besides, you've arrived at your destination, and it's time to start.