This conversation happened over the course of several days. In terms of the soaring crescendo of typological nuance, there was a lot to describe. Isabel failed to describe it herself. Here is my attempt. In sum, Isabel attempted to communicate using her own words, and marginally did well. I have done my best here.
Are you god?
(in summation) NO
Who is the hallucination I See and Hear? And what happens when you swim?
(in order) NO ANSWER. YOU ARE A CHILD
I am 27.
(in essence) O.K. YOU ARE WITH AN ANGEL
God was invisible, but she could hear him speak through the sounds, street signs.
LUCIFER
And why is Lucifer talking to me?
(no reply)
God, she tried saying, to see what they'd do.
The angel was crimson red around the eyelashes, which reminded her of maidenhair ferns, seeping from the pavement. Their hair was acid orange, and their faces were two doves.
That is a word. Among many different words and signs. I could be called, "person of power" or "he who talks to people."
Angel as person.
I talk to people too. Lucid.
I am bridge between Heaven and human.
Could there have been a condescending tone, in words unspoken?
That is upsetting. I thought you were a person. I am a person.
Did you used to be a person?
What is your favourite color?
Her brow creased, and she thought to herself that she probably looked older than she really was, or thought she should be. Sometimes dim light made her feel like she was really much younger.
Grey-blue Why?
It's magical! And it reminds me of the sea.
It was the only thing she could think of. Oceanlike hues washed in front of her mind's eyes.
Why do you like the sea?
She liked the sea because of the waves.
It reminds me of home, transcendence, escape, beauty And what's your relationship to your face in the mirror? I never look at my eyes in the mirror
And what color are they?
Grey-blue
They have a ring of brown around the iris
I never noticed that before. They didn't, she had been certain.
The brown ring, like sand on the shore, is where you go to stay. That sounded good. And you will come back to the sea.
When?
In time.
And what happens when I go back to the sea? You will become an angel, like myself.
And what do angels do?
Angels put things in their right order.
She went home that night after work (indeterminate), she put on the radio, and she was quiet. She texted her friend. She lived alone; she was alone; she knew aloneness was good in theory, and also bad in practice, for your wellbeing, which she neglected often, because of her insights….