We found him, Dr. Eigenbach, in a
phone booth tracing a maze on glass, taking moths by the wings,
running them through.
He had maps. One through four are
floorplans -- senseless instructions: "take a cough, upstairs the
basement, handsfirst out window, floating, fever spoonfuls the
yard, say goodbye." Manuscripts illuminated to wash out the order
of rooms.
I've heard, Dr. Eigenbach, when
the mind dreams it first inscribes the more important things on
its maps. Ask the moths if he's mad. The fifth is your hospital.
It is exact. He knew exactly when to leave and exactly where to
go.
[Andrew Small]
