WYSIWYG (or is it?)

A man is splatted up against a wall in a bedroom. He is red from head to toe. You can see this. The house is transparent. A woman, who looks like a table, rests in the adjacent bedroom. She is blueish. There may be a dog or two of indeterminate colour and breed.

A woman and a man bleed together. He is yellow, she is red. They are orangish where their hands join. They are standing in the living room. A dog, or a child, or a mongoose sits by the cavity in the attic.

A woman slithers down the spiral staircase. She has a pinkish tint. A man (he is light green) stands at the top of the staircase. A boy leans against a dog in the kitchen.

A yellow boy is sitting in the bedroom next to a red man and a blue woman. 

A red twisted woman is in the kitchen. A man, who is yellow, is doubled over. A blue boy and a blue dog are sandwiched together.

A woman – she is clear – is lying on the floor of the living room. A red man is lying on top of her. A green boy  is lying on top of the man. They are all lying.

The structure is transparent. There is no where to hide.
The man and the woman are paid to do this. But, sometimes when they do it, they are not.
Paid.

When the woman is catapulted and crashes up messily against the kitchen wall of the Plexiglass Dollhouse, will her neighbours come dashing to her aid, or will they first attempt to assess the level of emergency from outside (the house is completely transparent) weighing up the local laws of etiquette before choosing how to respond? Or will they laugh out loud at the fall and the blow, the absurdity of it all?

But it is plain to see what is going on in there, is it not? The house is completely transparent.

When the man moves quietly around the Plexiglass Dollhouse, conscientiously working through his routine, day in day out, will his neighbours dare interrupt? If they rap on the front door (there is no front door – they could walk straight in) will they have transgressed a boundary? Will they casually drop by to chat? Or will they laugh out loud at the predictable circularity of his actions, the absurdity of it all?

But it is plain to see what is going on in there, is it not? The house is completely transparent.

WYSIWYG.

Sometimes.

 

Ciara Finnegan.