Obscure White Messenger

A murky, watery world enters my field of vision and an octopus appears. I observe its pink whiteness as it moves upwards and downwards again. I hear music: plaintive, as though a lament. The image of the octopus is obscured by sprocket marks, and the effects of light and time on obsolescent film. An act of violence is narrated: ‘but yes I did stab him right through’.