hebetude
hypgnosis sends me swirling lazily around the drain of hebetudinousness
hypgnosis sends me swirling lazily around the drain of hebetudinousness
“Listen,” he continues, “I can help you. By putting you into a state of deep hypgnotic relaxation, I can help you access memories you feel certain are forever lost. You should know that in addition to working with alien abductees and past-lifers—both of which I believe in, by the way—I also work wi…
Again she nods. Again he’s fishing. Everyone knows something that begins with M. I’ve suffered a loss of my memory. There’s the M I’ve lost, putz.
“Michael?” he asks.
She nods. OK, that was good. But still, everyone knows a Michael. I know seventeen Michaels, four of whom died recently, two o…
Then, as if on cue, the voices start.
Muffled and distant they talk about Slammy’s. They tell me how good it is. They implore me to go there to eat. I worry I am going crazy. I become afraid to leave my apartment. As the lightbulbs burn out one by one, rather than buy replacements, I switch the …
“I cannot remember the details of a film I have watched.”
“Oh,” he says. “That is nothing. Movies are a disposable art form.”
I hate this man.
“I am a film critic by profession, as well as by passion,” I say.