For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
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Or <strong>the</strong> admission that I’ve sleepwalked before. Only<br />
ever doing banal, habitual stuff like fixing myself a jam sandwich<br />
or pissing into a wastepaper basket. Though once, I did<br />
apparently complete a particularly intricate Airfix kit. Transfers,<br />
paint and all. I remember <strong>the</strong> model was part of a subrange<br />
of model kits from pre- and a-hu<strong>man</strong> scenarios – in response<br />
to <strong>the</strong> de<strong>man</strong>ds of those children who had no interest<br />
in war machines, cars, architecture – hu<strong>man</strong>ity. Mine was a<br />
pterodactyl, though I distinctly remember a nebula, a deep-sea<br />
cephalopod, and a cross-section of an astral spider’s egg-sac as<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r possible projects from <strong>the</strong> range. Complicated stuff like<br />
that. ‘The Ninth World’, <strong>the</strong> range was called.<br />
Or that I might <strong>the</strong>n quietly think of <strong>the</strong> case of <strong>the</strong><br />
wo<strong>man</strong> in LA who, one cool Spring night, murdered her entire<br />
family. Slid out from under <strong>the</strong> covers, padded into <strong>the</strong> bathroom,<br />
retrieved <strong>the</strong> blade from <strong>the</strong> Gillette razor, returned to<br />
<strong>the</strong> bedroom, slit her husbands throat, went next-door to <strong>the</strong><br />
daughter’s soft room and did for her – <strong>the</strong>n drove some fifty<br />
kilometres to her parent’s home – in her pyjamas and slippers<br />
– let herself in, PADDED up <strong>the</strong> stairs, and ended <strong>the</strong>m where<br />
<strong>the</strong>y slept. Drove home, crept upstairs, took a piss and went<br />
back to bed. BESIDE THE HUSBAND’S CORPSE. She’d been<br />
asleep throughout. And was subsequently acquitted in court.<br />
Or I say, in response to this and so much more: Christ!<br />
That can’t be right.<br />
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