“Villiers Terrace” by Echo and The Bunnymen

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There’s a time in my early twenties. I was living alone. No one around. I’d sit on a chair as one does. Apropos of nothing I’d begin to lean to my left. I’d be drawn off the chair and toward the floor. I would land on my side. This’s what happened next. Once on the floor, I would roll. My body rolling across the floor, the room. Turning and swerving while rolling. Things knocked over. Wires wrapped round my feet. Lamps crashing down. The same kind of rolling as downhill, but spinning in circles too. I recognized my starting point, the chair. I rolled as if possessed. Head pointed up. Eyes into my skull. Rolling, turning. It stopped when I hit a wall. My face against it. Neck twisted. Glasses askew. Hands clenched. I’d get up and sit back on the chair. Not much time passed. And this is what remains. Thirty years later. I never did get checked. Never told the wrong people what happened.

Nico Vassilakis

NicoNico Vassilakis  co-edited The Last Vispo Anthology (Fantagraphics Books). His recent books include ALL-PURPOSE VISPO and MOMENTS NOTICE. He maintains the website Staring Potices and is the Vispo Editor for Coldfront.

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