I laugh at him and question what he really wanted with these plastic cling film bags. It is all so dubious. He utters without hesitation that he wanted these plastics bags to store his seeds in. I laugh hysterically almost in convulsion but at the same time didn’t want to appear too rude. Mister Jamiroqui spin me another yarn. You have been my only entertainment today and I am loving the show. To prove his point he places this elongated neon green seed on the counter. It was brilliantly green, somehow it reminded me of the green powder out of Adaptation. I was dissolved in a moment of Adaptation, the whole obsession of orchids or was it drugs? Or was it drugs embellished in a world of mysteria, aahh the obsessive life of an orchid lover.
Mr Jamiroqui’s seed had an unusual element to it. It resembled a lot of things. I thought perhaps it was special in its own right as it possesses the ability to be a googalplex of identity. Initially I thought it was an unripe chilli wrapped in a thin film of oil giving its green shiny perceptive reflection. I just can’t get over how neon green this seed was. It looked beautiful. Or could this seed be a potential starfruit, as in its existing form it also gives off the impression of looking like a baby starfruit. I would like to think that it has the potential to become this amazing godetia but I gainsay take away from its original entity. Like in Adaptation, when you strip mysteria out of anything in life you are only left with the truth or shall I just plainly say reality. As it transpires from the conversation with Mister Jamiroqui this neon green seed had the potential to be garlic cloves. Oh! how wonderful - Mister Jamiroqui just go ahead, strip my minds journey of mysteria and leave it lying naked and cloth it with reality.
Mister Jamiroqui whips out a horse-chestnut from his magical bag of seeds. I internally let out a shriek of delight, as that morning whilst I was walking through the park to work I too discovered a horse-chestnut. I made it come back to life as I rubbed its oily texture between my fingers. I didn’t know why I was so engrossed in this horse-chestnut as surrounding me in the park was a dense mist with rays of light penetrating through it, giving a real tranquil feel to my environment. Squirrels were scuttering around preparing for their winter hibernation. At a distance even with the dense mist I can make out a massive white tent with black triangles bordering the top giving the impression of a rooftop. I laughed excitedly as being here at this point kind of reminds me of being back in medieval times, at a knights festival but all the knights are all asleep and drifting into a deeper realm of the dream world. It is after all early morning.
