IS ANYONE in there? I need to talk to you.” I craned my neck a little more with each cautious step into the hovel.The first sight I beheld was of a teapot standing on a rickety old table. However, when I looked at it, all the parts of it seemed disconnected. The spout was floating upward and the handle looked like it was in front of everything else, and I just knew if I touched it that it would feel normal. This peculiar illusion hurt my eyes and I didn’t want to look at the thing, but the more I tried to break away, the more I became fixated on it. Something about that teapot and its spinning, moving, impossible parts and the lurid, floral design made me forget about everything else.It’s making me feel sick. It’s making me want to puke. It’s making me remember the time at the café when I was watching that girl and she didn’t know that I knew that she’d been changed, the most sinful change, that she wasn’t one of us but I knew about her. I knew that she was watching me from inside that teapot, where they were talking softly about the game that only the dead security guards knew how to play and how those orange cigarette burns would—I kept blinking and shook my head, trying to shake out the thoughts.
