anachronism – teasers, excerpts, quotes & sound-bites.
teqs will be added regularly. They are taken from the original Jaunt manuscript and added here in chronological order.
teqs 1 (15-06-13)
A small unlikely triangular rip reveals the bare smooth ceiling skin beneath and after staring at it intensely, for seemingly an eternity, I feel as though I can actually reach out and pick at it a little; an uncontrollable urge to reveal more of what lies beneath, a little scab that itches and needs to be removed.
teqs 2 (20-06-13)
I live by music. My whole life seems to have had its own soundtrack mirroring my mood or experiences and if I don’t have some electronic gismo continuously pumping out tunes, including the radio, then the music inside my head more than compensates. It’s embarrassing how vivid and loud it gets. Sometimes I wonder if anyone else can hear it radiating out of me from invisible speakers hidden under my hair or see cartoon crotchets and quavers flowing out of my ears, floating up into the sky like lost balloons.
teqs 3 (02-07-13)
The glorious tree filled Lime Grove in picturesque Butterfield
teqs 4 (02-07-13)
I had that surge of tingling and tugging of the stomach lining when he was near me or holding my hand and I physically ached when we weren’t together.
teqs 5 (05-08-13)
The music that sums us up as a couple though is the never out of date The The – Matt Johnson and Sinead Oconnor singing the very beautiful but sad ‘Kingdom of Rain’. The melody is so evocative and makes me remember him with vivid affection but on the other hand the lyrics remind me of our failed relationship, an intense irony!
teqs 6 (05-08-13)
I love the snow. Whenever it comes I want it to stay forever; the disruption and chaos it causes satisfies the spontaneity and excitement I crave without my having to actually do anything to achieve it.
teqs 7 (05-08-13)
Roxanne very freely uses expletives much of the time and it makes me laugh the amount of swear words she can fit into one sentence. Despite her free and easy mix of tactless quips with profane and lewd words she is an intelligent, intuitive young woman but likes to be the centre of attention – the complete antithesis of me.
teqs 8 (03-09-13)
My wild untameable hair doesn’t reflect my quiet personality.
teqs 9 (03-09-13)
He turns on a sixpence with a perfect pivot on the balls of his feet, down to all that club gyrating I think, and just walks away. I can hear the especially camp and enticing Quincy Jones – ‘Soul Bossa Nova’ and I’m left smiling and watching his graceful gait while he shimmies along the corridor on his own personal catwalk. He is one of those colourful people that contributes to my surroundings as that special little ‘knick-knack’ on an otherwise plain mantelpiece. He adds a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’ to my life.
teqs 10 (16-10-13)
I have been trying for days to live off concoctions of odds and ends, I’m now officially sick of pasta or rice mixed with a variation of half rotting vegetables and either chopped chicken or bacon or neither, and would so like a more complex dish to devour.
teqs 11 (16-10-13) Are you aged between 20 and 35?
Would you like to take part in a
Psychology Research Experiment
and be paid for your time?
For more information please call Anna Paisley
(Student at Brailsford College)
teqs 12 (16-10-13)
After putting away the shopping I sit staring at the phone knowing I’m going to pick it up and press the keypad. The message is leaving my brain ‘goodbye message’ but it’s not reaching my fingertips. The impulses that make things happen naturally have been seduced by fear, blocking the easily swayed instruction by questioning its motives. While my outstretched hand quivers over the plastic of the hand set the sincerity in Bowie’s voice ‘Heroes’ holds back the fear letting my impulse take back control, then finally I’ve made the call.
teqs 13 (11-11-13)
After putting away the shopping I sit staring at the phone knowing I’m going to pick it up and press the keypad. The message is leaving my brain ‘goodbye message’ but it’s not reaching my fingertips. The impulses that make things happen naturally have been seduced by fear, blocking the easily swayed instruction by questioning its motives.
teqs 14 (11-11-13)
Glancing down at my permanently cold hands I’m taken aback by the long, icy, rust airbrushed, pale, quivering fingers, they remind me of the spidery things that jump out of the giant eggs in ‘Alien’ before clamping onto some poor victim’s face.
Now the haunting music from that film is swirling around my brain and that’s not a good image to have in my head before I’m due to go to this interview – the unknown ….…. a naive inquisitive victim prey to some violent grotesque beast.
teqs 15 (11-11-13)
Without looking up she mutters “just go down that corridor and knock on the first door on the right.”
I sarcastically thank her for her pleasant demeanour and my eyes follow the length of her pointing scrawny scarecrow arm and skeletal finger which is just inches from my face.