invisible table

Tell me about the fascinating things you have seen. I don’t want to hear about anything that is un-understandable.” She says. We have been travelling northwards for an hour or so, just beginning to drive along the A44. When we are travelling we never really know what places are waiting to surprise us on the route, what does the wall look like, the buildings, the trees, bushes, the mill, cinema, coffee shop, road and road. In all places in the country things change on a gradual basis, some fundamentally do not change. So I tell her about being in H. I was in in the shop looking for somethings, a picture frame for the Osip Brik photo, essentially a pale wooden frame in which the monochrome print could rest on one of the shelves in my library. Outside the grey light was getting duller as the sky prepared to rain. At every point in the store you could get things to, in turn: enable you to sleep, make tools, cook, sit on sofas, dining chairs, reading chairs, rugs, carpets, drinking tea or coffee out of, shot glasses for vodka, wine glasses, disrobe, reign, sell, light, interrogate false oracles. Hidden in the corners are discreet doors which enable entrances to the canceriums or the gentle rooms of mythological women. I wandered around bemused carrying the frames, my bag containing an essay “On Hume’s Theory of Human Nature”, I roam about and have nothing but doubts. Unable to identify the primary features of the store, the only things that are desirable are those in my hands. If so then why do these other things exist here? Why does this place exist he (I) muses. And then I walk into the invisible table, it makes a satisfyingly dull ringing sound. I look down at the empty space. Kick the space again and feel the table with my foot, bending down i put my hand on the warm surface. It feels like perspex. “How, what?”… “Part of our invisible furniture range, this is probably the cube coffee table, I wondered where it was, children move the labels and we lose them sometimes…” I put a book on the table, it hangs in the air. I had never seen invisible furniture before. He shows me the invisible lamp, he fumbles in the air to find the switch and turns it on, the light hangs in the air about five feet above the floor. The lamp is invisible, only the yellow light hanging weightless and unmoving.