Flat of Angels, Pt. 4 - Benedict Cumberbatch.mp3

[00:00.424]Now for the final part of the four part late night tale stories
[00:04.135]Flat of Angles
[00:04.876]Written by Simon Cleary
[00:06.393]And read by me Benedict Cumberbatch
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[00:12.135]I didn`t know anything could be so perfect
[00:17.824]the lights of the Mirabal
[00:19.565]a thousands swirling eyes
[00:23.767]I dream of relaxing nights
[00:27.261]there are loads of people in my flat when I got home
[00:30.268]I`m already one for big crowds
[00:32.504]makes me want to retreat into my shell
[00:34.517]I`m looking forward to seeing how it turns out
[00:38.530]this is a reconstruction
[00:42.026]I can`t tell how it happened
[00:42.768]there are too many angles,too many reflections
[00:45.773]the harder I look at another,the more I see myself
[00:49.019]it feels like I`m here alone in this crowd
[00:51.515]myself projected round the room
[00:53.508]the Mirrorball,a beam splitter
[00:57.511]when contentment comes upon me,I have to find ways to destroy it
[01:02.267]I slide the hairs in the coffee cup up its walls
[01:04.257]click the Catalan while it rushes and hisses
[01:06.764]I danced with spiders
[01:08.518]one of those spindly ones or legs and angles made up of lines is feasting on its prey caught up in a mesh
[01:14.756]the kettle clicks off
[01:16.267]my skin creeps and my head hurts
[01:19.013]I need to suffer more
[01:21.015]I was feeling too comfortable for a second there I guess
[01:25.516]he was there to save me
[01:28.513]alone in a freezing wooden flawed flat which I couldn`t heat
[01:32.508]he sent me this Mirabal ordered on the Internet
[01:37.509]he came later
[01:40.014]I`d had no money for a fewdays
[01:41.017]he was desperate for a cigarette
[01:42.270]I remembered that when I was younger
[01:43.759]I`d hid some in a tin full of movie stubs and limited editionchocolate bar wrappers
[01:47.694]I found that in and inside was one single cigarette
[01:50.196]throwing the stuff aside
[01:51.706]I placed the cigarette carefully on my dry lips and patter caked my pockets in
[01:56.062]a panic
[01:57.307]located lighter and flicked the flame into existence
[02:00.320]I drew deeply tobacco and paper
[02:02.810]crackling my alveoli filled my blood vessels roared
[02:05.567]my scalp tingled and stomach turned
[02:09.811]hairs on my arm stood up and so did I
[02:12.562]lunging headfirst for the window flung open in one motion
[02:16.307]drinking down the black cool air as my mind shrieked
[02:20.317]I can`t feel my arms
[02:26.803]now I `m here who`s been a happy person
[02:31.560]I work hard and try not to let people down
[02:33.315]if they would not be there
[02:34.805]there would be no one to let down
[02:37.059]things have to be a certain way
[02:38.058]there is a beauty in order
[02:39.810]I`ve cleaned this flat today before leaving for work there
[02:42.568]I cleaned the storeroom arranged items in
[02:45.314]the windows smile that the customers
[02:46.056]chose appropriate music wrap gifts gave
[02:48.311]change smile that the staff told them stories of my past
[02:51.070]smoked a cigarette by the bins
[02:52.819]ordered sage coloredvisors from the parlaying catalogue
[02:55.319]lay down on the four-poster bed with no mattress
[02:57.811]glanced out of the window,cleaned the windows,warm some soup dusted the labs,waited for the sun to set,counted listened locked
[03:05.563]and then it was time to walk home
[03:08.808]this is not my town,but then again where is?
[03:13.555]these are not my people,but is anyone really?
[03:17.560]he is here again
[03:20.560]wind milling round the rooms
[03:22.814]knocking ashtrays over
[03:24.562]bellowing to be heard
[03:26.562]desperation in his eyes
[03:29.815]I know how he feels
[03:31.815]but he does something about it
[03:38.313]he gets out of his face,waits for a gap in the conversation
[03:39.313]and jabbers his philosophy without solicitation
[03:43.802]our eyes meet across the room
[03:46.556]and I feel a little like the spider
[03:51.055]I gathered the spent cans in a blue plastic
[03:52.814]off-licence bag and smile as I stoop