Sharksploitation

by Yusuf Akman

Logan Voss

“Well, Doggie, I’m ready to write off your debt, if you catch the gang leader of these pussies,” said the Loan Shark. That’s how Argon accepted his supertask, and why he’s been driving in his Dodge Matador–uhm, for–let’s just say–uhm, for too long.

Though being on the road made him more patient, it certainly didn’t make him any wiser. He had yet to learn not everything is as it seems: the Loan Shark isn’t really a shark, just a crook with a crooked nose, and his chase hasn’t even begun, or Rose isn’t a rose isn’t a rose. (RIP.)

Rose was short of clothes and pregnant when she was killed in the sixteenth line, in a predetermined accident, so that the rest of us could conclude time is composed of hell of a lot of instances.

Now, on behalf of her departure, motion still lies next to Rose’s open casket.

If everything is motionless at every instant, and time is composed of many instants, therefore, Argon will definitely kick that half-Japanese, half-Siamese, and Tonkinese pussy’s punk puss.

It’s not a valid point, but the sound of a sudden brake scratches that point of no return —

oh, it’s our gang. They are aware of the unmoving wheels of a red car, yearn for mobility without following the dress code, but to what extent? Their leader is wise enough to know that awareness doesn’t necessarily entail self-consciousness.

If awareness is not self-consciousness, and the kitties are aware of being followed, then they may know the chase is linear: from Argon to them, and beyond the chase, to the Truth with a capital T. You know a word is powerful when it’s written with a capital letter.

Yet, the pussies born rebel are true feminists. So, they pissed on the Truth, coerced him to give them paw messages, then made a real travesty of him. When he was found dead this was written all over his ass in Balinese:

Motion

imaginable

when it’s being impossible

I, I’ll, ill Illusion,

freeze the dots

to Death,

infinitesimally.

If not the reason, avenging his lover was one of the reasons why Reality disavows everything I’ve said so far, and why he arranges a fateful encounter in the next chapter.

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Yusuf Akman was born in Denizli, Turkey. He is a senior philosophy student at Boğaziçi University whose literary focus revolves around what having a queer identity in Turkey is like with a particular interest in genre-bursting.