21/08/2025
Dirty Viv
“What’s become clear to me,” says Dr. Schwartzteinburg, deliberately, “after our many, many… many sessions, is that all of your life’s catastrophic events and debilitating traumas seem to stem from one singular time and place in your past… For example, your fear of flying under 10,000 feet, your intentional inability to understand movie plots when on romantic encounters, your refusal to acknowledge the colour mauve in front of people born after 1975… your insistence that the alphabet be rearranged and take on another letter…”
“It’s called a Kukkook,” you reply, “and it basically looks like a backwards K, only funnier.”
“How you insist that 6 is a Prime Number-“
“My favourite one!”
“And that snakes don’t die, they form cocoons like caterpillars and transform into bears…”
“There’s no evidence against it-“ you hear yourself interjecting, playfully committing to your role in this farcical duo. But the doc didn’t look like he was just playing the straight man anymore…
He knew you’d been joking, though, right? He knew you were making it up, didn’t he? You’d been having a laugh together, right? All these years….
The door opens, the men from the earlier corridor are at full grab straight towards you. You try to think more out-loudly,
“I was only being sarcastic…”
“It’s so obvious now!”ignores-you the doctor, as the security-nurses ratchet your back-straps and begin wheeling you back to your cell. And, for not the last time, “It all started with that damned Dirty Viv incident!” - The doctor’s arrogant voice echos damply around the asylum, finally settling in your dull ears, forever.
Find out what the fuss will be all about, Saturday 4pm.