Unwine

This is, like, the evil twin of wine. It’s inverted wine. It’s satanic.

Maybe it’s dialectical, in some sense. Maybe it’s part of some dialectical move.

It’s a polarities thing. A contraries thing. It’s about keeping the tension. Between real wine and whatever this is.

 

Just pour it out. Pour it away. And the other bottles. I’m sick of carrying Cicero’s bottles.

There’s something her. Some clue.

 

This … unwine is about something. This non wine is … greater than wine. Vaster.

 

I piss better wine than this.

 

Something pissed this wine out. It’s already been through a digestive system. A disgusting digestive system. Like, Satan’s.

 

Good wine was wasted on us, Cicero used to say. But she liked wasting it. She liked pouring it away.

 

This is wine of another timeline.

 

This is a wrong place. Like this is a wrong wine.

 

The wine’s a joke – Cicero’s joke.

I’m tired of her jokes.

Her jokes were always serious. They always meant something.

Everything was a joke to Cicero.

She played jokes to expose the joke of it all. Of everything. It was all, like, a meta-joke. An urjoke.

So what’s the joke of this wine?

That she called it wine. And didn’t call it … piss.

 

This wine leads to different kind of drunkenness.

Does it?

It’s more maudlin. Sadder. Don’t you feel especially sad?

 

This wine’s got its own warmth. It’s generating heat. Does wine do that?

This does.

 

Purple wines. Purple walls. There’s a pattern here.

 

Is this wine actually working? It worked on Fiver. Is it getting us drunk? What’s it doing to us?

 

Look at us – glugging. We’re as bad as the wine.

Why because we forget to bring crystal wine glasses?

 

This wine is humming.

Like, a tune? What tune?

The Ode to Joy … I think …

The Ode to fucking joy. What joy? Is the wine being ironic?

 

I think it’s the room humming.

It’s the walls humming. The purple walls.

What are they humming? Purple Rain?

 

These are the thoughts the wine has made. Are we supposed to be thinking this way? Is it the wine thinking?

 

Maybe she made the wine herself. Faked the labels.

Maybe.