Trading our Names in for Candy
Some compiled writings
1. Two two-ton pickups are racing across the dessert and the cabs are completely filled with water and inside are men in astronaut suites and they have this wild glazed look on their faces as they accelerate a bit faster than you thought they could go because they were already going pretty fast and you just assumed that this was the maximum speed for a pickup whose cab was filled with water. Suddenly they pass a party of people who seem pretty excited and there are balloons out on tables. Some people take a step back as the trucks race by. There is the sun and the sun is shining on the whole desert and not just the two trucks. It is shining on the lizards and the warm red rocks, not just glinting off the two black trucks. There are many quiet places where the sun is shining and you can’t even hear the trucks or the people or the balloons.
2. Inside a sound bubble is this beat. Kind of elliptical and that’s not a type of sound, but if you could see sound, it would look like that. It’s a comforting beat and the bass is agreeing with it, kind of saying “amen” to each smooth grooving beat. All of the sudden a ladies voice comes descending over it all and the voice is, if you would allow me, saying “Hey, it’s all right, and I know the answer”. We are listening to the bubble and are totally convinced. Although the sound is encased in the bubble, it is sending out little messages or updates and it is these messages or updates that we are hearing, not the real thing. For a second the voice becomes sinister and tells us to take off our skin and destroy each other, but we’re not ready for that and the voice realizes this, kindly switching back to that previous message that had us nodding our heads so agreeably.
3. In the future is a big problem that we probably should have seen coming. Wait, we did see it coming and there was a task force or some such group that was assigned to deal with it and they’re living in this house on some island in Japan. It’s one of those really flat islands with endless forests of this one type of tree growing in unison. There used to be a large golf-ball shaped resort there, but that’s gone because of the afore mentioned problem. In this house, a lovely wooden house built with joinery, there is an old man, the oldest of this task force or group or whatever that’s been meeting for the last 2 decades as the world fell apart around them. Anyway, he’s totally done with this and he’s built a boat to leave the island, but the boat needs a skipper, cook, 1st mate, navigator and he’ll be the passenger.
