At first it
resembled chess. I took my turns,
replying to each
move, exchanging material,
but slowly the
game extended, the intensity attenuated:
pieces were
mysteriously being replaced to prevent
the onset of
endgame, and gradually I realised
the rules were
changing. There was a lack of urgency
and a
proliferation of distraction. I was not paying attention
when I lost the
advantage. Refocussing, I realised
the rules were
changing faster than I had thought.
It was becoming
difficult to keep up, and so
I started
introducing my own changes, to take control.
It worked for a
while, but eventually the rules changed
at every turn,
and then faster, and the game moved beyond
simple
procedures, to an emotional joust,
the contest
governed now only by how the move made us feel,
and still it
accelerated, until at last I was undone,
unable to keep
up, incapable of the necessary invention,
finally in check mate
because of the poverty of my own imagination.
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