Academic journal article Hecate

The Dancer

Academic journal article Hecate

The Dancer

Article excerpt

when you woke up you had to move forward, you couldn't turn backwards into the wall and stay vertical looking at the world from inside a room.

you had to moan as you bent to tie hand-weary laces, frayed like hysteria and move your legs that knew the invisible footmarks across the floor where they stride, where they shuffle from disdain.

Surfers Paradise beach was almost unreal when you looked at the endless stretch of white sand, a receding snake-twist with a tail pointed to Tweed Heads and beyond where the eye can't strain the water was fluent when it tumbled and you could count on your hand the strolling people without their shoes tossed over a shiftless shoulder.

but across the road you were cleaning endless deep in a toilet, shut off from anything external and zombie-like in your progress.

who would know that later when the night crawlers emerged you would be one of the pack, elevated even, dressed in your costume with its overlapped sequins, sparkling scales and beads intended to hypnotise the unsuspecting eye. …

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