Before we were able to see ourselves via the photograph…… To view oneself, there were two clear parts in the act of looking in the mirror. One, quite simply, is the lookers decision to gaze into the glass, and for that person to place themselves in front of the reflective panel. The second part, is […]
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The Waste (XIV)
Abigail maintained her daily vigil at the docks for weeks, each day persistently hopeful that one of the sailors would approach her and offer to take her aboard his ship, set sail upon the great blue ocean, and teach her the secrets of the fisherman’s craft. But despite her deep yearning and consistent attendance at […]
Dinner Guest
Each setting carefully spaced alabaster dishes crystal glasses set with care and grace. Arrange with consideration each piece of silver sparkle and glimmer place with deliberation Every basket and bin ceramic and copper perfectly proper down to the ramekins Wooden table and chairs polished and clean shiny and pristine wait for a guest to sit […]
Progresstus Erectus
As human beings we have an innate yearning to experience, or at a minimum, sense, progress. Whether that be in the effect one has upon ones immediate social network, or, in those more broadly successful, upon a more expansive group of earth populators. Those that have a smaller scope of expectations, want from their lives, […]
The Waste (XIII)
Abigail guessed at the sailors place on the water relative to the docks, and marked several jettys as potential return-homes for the fisherman who had opened the door, ever so slightly, to her pursuit of seafaring knowledge. She knew that there was a possibility that she had imagined the young man’s smile, but Abigail was […]
The Waste (XII)
Five years passed after the fish falsification fiasco, during which several interesting developments occurred. The first of note, is that Furous found the trajectory of his career choice as a fisherman redirected, and after the incident, his role was led to that of repairman. He found himself abruptly under the tutelage of a rope maker. […]
Absolute Obsolescence
Do you travel long, deep into the fall, to the same towns and the same strip malls? Do you take the same escalators and ride easy elevators? Are you circling the same tracks, trying to find your way back? Are you spinning in the same circle trying to break a cycle. Do you find that […]
On to the next station
It has been quite some time since my experiences in this wild and wonderful world have led me to write of the preposterousness everyday life provides. This does not mean, that the awkward, bizarre, curious, eyebrow-raising, head-scratching buffonery has not occurred; merely, the degree of bewilderment I have experienced, has not propelled me towards the […]
The Waste (XI)
The next morning, the pumping mechanism in the pen was engaged by the villagers, and the inhabitants of the octagonal enclosure were encouraged by immaculate engineering, to revisit the seas from whence they had been captured. It took little time after Allamar’s edict of augmentation, for the unwed fishermen of the village to have docked […]
Bleach, and Sadness
There are those that enjoy the act of cleaning. There are others that do not. There are some that clean, daily, compulsively, and consistently. And there are others that regard it as a burdensome bore. Regardless in which class you place yourself, cleaning is a necessity. Whether approached with regularity, or abhorently, failure to disperse […]