Sampurna Chattarji: Space Gulliver III
‘Food’. ‘Pickle’. ‘Chalk’. For some reason that
can be attributed to hunger of various kinds, maybe,
Space Gulliver finds these words floating before her.
She isn’t sure where they came from, whether their arrival
will be followed by the real things, food, pickle, and chalk.
She could use a little food, something to see her through
another night. She always liked picking out the garlic
from the pickle. Now, in a yahooland where no one
has heard of the Bermuda Triangle, she feels all tastes
are disappearing. Bitter gourd, sweet lime, sour plantain.
Variables, constants. Space Gulliver is looking for a line,
a chalk mountain, a little white sign on a black, black slate