My voice sounds weird. I feel nothing below my neck, but there must be something there, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to talk, having no lungs. Otherwise, come to think of it, I’d be dead. Or am I dead already? Does it matter? Maybe it’s a hallucination — they put something in my food. In my drink, some gas in the air conditioning, some . . .
No. I must be logical about this. I shall describe now what I’m seeing, in the hope that the MP3 recorder is still working — I can’t turn it off anyway, under current conditions.
So:
My head is stuck on the pavement and all I see around me is junk and broken cars and broken trees and broken corpses and a little grey dog playing with it all. There’s something strange about my point of view — my head is on the ground, everything around me looks huge, but the street itself looks wrong. It looks . . . diagonal. The part of it that I see seems to be much lower than the point in which my head rests. That’s illogical — no such places in Tel Aviv. Is this a trick of perspective? Anyway, this could hardly be a drug-induced hallucination, as there’s nothing in my life experience to invoke it. I’m not a horror buff; I don’t like disaster movies; it just doesn’t fit. If it was some drug, I’d probably be fighting a computer come alive.
Or, I must admit, making love to it.
Note to self: Delete previous passage.
Oh, what’s the point?
Another reality check: I’ll try to call the dog, see whether it responds to my voice.
Hey, dog! Hey, doggie! Hey! Stop playing with that corpse and come here! Come!
Hey doggie doggie doggie!
HEY DOGGIE! HEY HEY!
<quiet>
It heard me!
It’s coming around now. It’s sniffing the ground, I could almost say suspiciously, but it’s slowly getting over here. Come doggie! Come here! Come! Come! Good dog! Good! Goo — Ow!
<panting sounds>
It just licked me. Fuy! Hey, stop it! Leave me! Maybe this wasn’t such a good . . . aw! Stop! Leave me alone! Don’t push me! Help! Help! Aw! Oooh . . .
<small bark — unidentifiable noises — garbled speech>
Rolling . . . I’m rolling down the street, I’m . . . ohmygodwhat . . .?!
Aaaah!
<crash sound>