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You are sitting at a desk, and suddenly, the law of friction is repealed. Connections held together by screws, clamps and nails come apart.
All pictures fall off the wall. The hook with your coat on it falls to the floor. Your desk light falls over and slides off the table. Your keypad, screen,
telephone and eraser follow suit. The electricity shuts off. Every object including cupboards, tables, chairs, and flower pots slide to the lowest
place in the room, or out of the room, down the hall and down the stairs. The curtains move along their rails, the blinds close by themselves.
Stacks of books fall over. Your microscope slides to the lowest setting and falls off the table. The water taps with a rotatable handle open, and
the lever water taps close. Your telephone receiver slips out of your hand. You socks slide down your ankles. Knots come undone. You canary
slips squawking off its perch. You look out the window at the parking lot, and the cars slide out of their places as if guided by an unseen hand
and come to rest at a corner of a wall. The coal silo for the neighboring power plant empties and buries the cars. Buckets hauling material on
cables slide down and collide at the lowest point. In the harbor, ships speed by randomly. Ambulances, busses, street cars, automobiles and
bikes no longer work. The train platform is empty and no more trains bustle on by because the nails holding the ties have released, and the rails
and gravel bed have slipped down the embankment. Clutches don't clutch, brakes don't brake. No one can walk or stand. Birds fall from the sky,
and so do airplanes. You can't escape, because you are lying in the pile of things at the lowest point in the room. You can't even get up.
However, there just happens to be lattice wall held together with bolts held by cotter pins. You can hang on this.
If you happened to be leaning back in a comfortable chair with a recessed seat when the friction disappeared, you can stay seated.
But don't ever move again!
There is no limit to what you can imagine. Hopefully, you don't live close to the ocean.
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