PostMetaPaintbrush Episode 1: Wynn and the Blue/Orange Poster
"What are you up to on there?"
"Looking for women"
"On the internet? You’d have better luck looking for a power saw at a coffee shop"
Wynn did that thing. His ripostes had neither the zest of improvs nor the eloquence of composeds, giving him the almost impressive ability to simultaneously affect both wit and inastucity. He stood stiff: if his posture existed in a vacuum one would extrapolate that he wore oversized button shirts and jeans that ran perfectly vertically without any of the eighty dollar crease marks. But he wore a birdhouse on his head and feather fur as sleeve lint. An awful[ly] contradictory guy, in lots of ways.
Let’s stop for an eighth. I don’t like to do that and it’s not for my own accord. Getting explicit like that is bad form in some schools, but I don’t have Jake Barnes’ narrative restraint. I’ll hold back on the moralism and stick to deflection, but be generous and eat this up as meta. Onward?
Wynn left for groceries and I drank mandarin oranges in a spoonstraw. The canned peaches/oranges/mango complemented the glows of the room’s blue screens (television, laptop, phone) to create an iridescent effect like those late 2000s superhero movie posters. The wall noises turned to sea foam and I blinked for twelve hours.