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3:AM in Lockdown 60: Simon Okotie

Bindings
By Simon Okotie.

 

 

And he was, of course, now that his wrist bindings were starting to loosen, right on the brink, potentially, of gaining some crucial information, if not perspective, on his predicament in that, shortly, he would be able to use the hand and arm so loosened to delimit if not demarcate the space that he (as he continued, provisionally, to refer to himself) took himself to be contained within, and, in so doing, garner sufficient evidence, he hoped, to enable his escape from it, which is to say to enable him to remove what he took, for now, to be his body, from that enclosed three- (or more?) dimensional eight- (or twelve-) sided space, with the reason that he referred to this arm and hand in the singular being that the other arm, to which, for now, it continued, so far as he could make out, to be bound would, he thought, remain momentarily incapacitated, as it were, at least in relation to being used, with its freed counterpart, to delimit or demarcate that space given that his body, as he continued to refer to it (despite this form’s two-fold implication of possession and of gender, neither of which he was really, he thought, in a position to substantiate, at least not fully), would continue to press down upon it, which is to say that it, or they (that arm and, hence, that hand), would remain trapped, in a somewhat analogous, synecdochal (would it be?) relationship with the remainder of his body given that that remainder, whilst itself being trapped, would remain (in a different, temporal, sense) on top of that arm and hand until he found (or moved) himself in (or into) a position in which to release it, with this very question of what he thought would continue to be a trapped arm and hand raising a further question, which was this: what would he, so-called, prioritise once he was free to do so? What he meant to say by this, as he managed to loosen his bindings further through an action of rotating, crossing and alternating his clenched fists such that the angle subtended by his wrists (to each other) progressively moved from ninety degrees to zero degrees to ninety degrees again (or, more accurately, perhaps, from ninety degrees to zero degrees to minus ninety degrees, in that the clenched fists moved through a total of one-hundred-and-eighty degrees whilst also flipping back and forth, clockwise and then anti-clockwise, through the same angle), was both how would he deploy his freed right hand, this being the one that he thought would be the first to be released from its binding given that, so far as he could make out, he was on his left side facing towards the rear wall of that enclosed and obscured space, with his left arm beneath his body (the remainder thereof), once he had finally managed to free it, which is to say, how would he prioritise the tasks needed to free himself from that enclosed and obscured space, such as using that freed hand to elevate his body (the remainder thereof), to the extent that he was able, so as to enable his other hand and arm to be released from beneath him, or using it to start to remove the tape or gag, were either of these to be in place in his situation, across or within his mouth, or removing any hooding that might be entirely covering his head and face, or starting to loosen the bindings that he took to be in place around his ankles, or reaching out around him as a means of garnering evidence about the interior of that space — shape, dimensions, latches etc. — and how, moreover, would this relate, he wondered, to his priorities more broadly, once he had removed what he took to be his own body entirely from that enclosed and obscured space? Given that the radius of his wrist-bindings had, through the continued twisting, backwards and forwards, of his wrists whilst also alternating the lateral position of the respective clenched fists such that this action resembled an ‘X’ shape hinged, at its centre, through this loose (and loosening) binding such that the angle of the top and bottom quadrant (taking, for now, this shape to be symmetrical about both vertical and horizontal axes) progressively reduced to zero, an angle achieved, of course, when the wrists were in alignment with each other but at ninety degrees to the remainder of his body, before continuing into negative territory, as it were, en route, that is, to an angle, between the wrists, of minus ninety degrees, at the point where they once again aligned themselves with the body (the remainder thereof), now reached the point whereby he would, imminently, he thought, be able to release his right hand and wrist, at least, from the binding, he felt he must turn his mind urgently to these questions of prioritisation such that, as before, he might both use what would, at that stage, be a free hand wisely, in relation to the remainder of what he continued to refer to as his own body, which he assumed was bound, gagged and perhaps even blindfolded and/or hooded, within an enclosed space that was also, somehow, internally obscured (from us as well as from him), and use the removal, by himself, of that body from that enclosed and obscured three- (or more) dimensional eight- or twelve-sided space in a way that would not only honour the struggles that he (and, perhaps, even we) had endured to secure that freedom, but would, in addition, bring about the conditions whereby it could never, he hoped, recur.

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First posted: Tuesday, May 12th, 2020.

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