Doctor Phonon

A man obsessed with sounds in art/football discovers his haunting concerns his estranged ('evil') twin (for dodecahedrons).

A vignette about psychology-dialysis inspired by the very unusual masterpiece Sisters (Brian De Palma). Thanks so much for reading, 

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DR. SATAN: "It's me, Amlan Satan, staring at the mirror in my upstairs hall by the sunlit window, dreaming of my comic art and football cards, and it strikes me that I hear something, faint, undesirable, certain, deep, intriguing, even sexy, but somehow half-human, not me, and I don't know the Selfie-commentary culture translation(s)...for the heart."

PSYCHIATRIST: Do you know what phonons are?

SATAN (Amlan!): Surely, sound particles (theories); like photons (light-particles).

PSYCHIATRIST: You explore the 'surgery' of mechanics in mind/action.

SATAN: Right-o; comic art and football cards stories, stuff of superstitions.

PSYCHIATRIST: And you 'hear' the sound of your 'evil' twin-brother (Ajay Satan).

SATAN: That's what concerns me; division-of-labor(s).

PSYCHIATRIST: Think of your 'universe' for particle-IQ ('Doctor Phonon').

SATAN: That's nice; the plethora of images/books/sport makes for field goals?

PSYCHIATRIST: That's pretty good, Satan...think of photo-synthesis of dialysis.

SATAN: Aha, the 'image' of art, for art's phonons...farewell my prince (bro).

PSYCHIATRIST: Good (Facebook-like).

AJAY: It's me, your evil twin.

AMLAN: What do you want, Satan?

AJAY: Hell, for your real estate, Amlan Satan ('Doctor Phonon').

AMLAN: You read my cyber-post, eh (Boston-town)?

AJAY: Electrolysis field goals for the 'dark-matter' of twins-separations, bro.

AMLAN: What're you up to (now)?

AJAY: You do not care (for me!).

AMLAN: Lemme guess...bank robbery with some deformed eco-terrorist art.

AJAY: Are you still making manga about football (cyber-bureaucracy)?

AMLAN: Yeah...what do you want, Ajay Satan?

AJAY: Your soul.

AMLAN: What the Irish-jam are you railing?

AJAY: Meet me at Boston Park or Harvard-Sq.

AMLAN: Which?
AJAY: You'll know/guess...I'll be in sunglasses/mask (Coronavirus-safeties).

AMLAN: Fine...I'll think about this and seek you...maybe.

AJAY: Be bulletproof (Facebook-like).

EZZY (Girlfriend): Roswell keeps you green, fresh, sane, Doctor Phonon.

AMLAN: Thanx, Esmerelda (for everything!).

EZZY: How's your evil other half, doc?

AMLAN: He threatened to cross me at Harvard-Sq. (or something like that).

EZZY: You fear for my welfare, all those around you (no?).

AMLAN: It's no good...me prays he'll simply vanish...I'll do microfiche-medicine.

EZZY: Good for the bureaucracy-helmet (thanx).

Friends, Amlan Satan ('Doctor Phonon') escaped from the claw of his 'evil' twin (estranged-bro) Ajay Satan that season in Hell (American Homeland) and crafted a Romanticism-sigh youth-doodle (vigilantism-duet) for his cyber-audience members (or their kids!) and hoped his 'field goals' for Earthling consciousness would yield some hand-axes Rationalism for things lost in that incomplete-distances 'fire' of (all) things...deformed.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)