||[Sep. 21st, 2008|09:46 am]
Where are you? How did you get here?
A certain electrical tang, a warm and moist quality of the air, darkness--sudden drops of rain, big globs, but even these don't feel very cold. The noise of them striking the earth around you--pavement, packed earth, plant stalks--is a sudden and dull roar. You are soaked through in the merest moment, suddenly aware of the dragging weight of your clothing, which you begin to inspect for clues, or memory cues.
You are immediately distracted by a bright, silent flash. Your snapped-over gaze picks it up: the dashed line of the pavement striking off toward an unlit horizon without a hint of ever bending toward either side, but driving a ruler-straight division between two identical-looking rows of some tall, stalky plant. Corn, maybe. You don't really get a good look because in that momentary flash you mostly notice the lurching figure in the middle distance--a man, you are quite certain. Though he has long hair, like a woman's, it looks unkempt. With his hair plastered to his head by the rain, you can make out just enough of his features to wonder if there is a certain familiarity there.
The light disappears, leaving the man's afterimage on your retinas, which amplfies the momentary blindness brought by the darkness. The boom of thunder comes barely a second later, and you cast your blind gaze about in a futile effort to learn whether there are others about who share the first man's shambling gait. The thunder is uncomfortably loud; it seems to roll through your body and vibrate every organ individually. As the noise recedes, the rain slackens. You make out a voice coming from the man's direction:
"I found the simple life...eent so simpole, no. When I jumped out...ON that row-ood."
*First of all, omer333 & Cara had a very nice wedding about a week ago. Everyone looked impressively spiffy; the b & g both looked deliriously happy & lovely. The day was a beaut, and the location (a lovely garden tucked away in plain sight in Monterey) was fantastic. Great food, superlative people, superior DJ, great time. Well done, you two! From this guest's perspective, you done a weddin' right. (What an ordeal to live up to! The planning and the looking and the shopping and the hiring and the et ceteraing, that is. Oh, mang.)
You've been slowly stumbling backwards at a pace more or less matching the man's shuffling approach. You aren't certain that he would harm you, but his seeming derangement is unnerving.
Your eyes have adjusted to the dark. There have been no further flashes of lightning, just the steady but now almost gentle rain and a constant stream of often meaningless gibberish coming from someplace deep with the man. After a few moments, he releases a slightly softer "Woooo....", but has otherwise mostly fallen silent. Still stepping toward you with an agonizingly slow stride, he somehow produces a small object, shaped like a tiny cigar but shiny. He brings it up to his lips, and soon has demonstrated that he holds a tubular whistle: FFFWWEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuupppphhhhhhhhh!!!!
This man is really starting to concern you. You jump--just a little--when, shortly after tucking his whistle away (who knows where), he explodes into another meaningless affirmation.
"AAAHH HAaaAaaAaa yAeaEAH!"
*But I ain't gonna lie and say that one of the best parts of the whole wedding thing, for me, wasn't getting to hang out with all the cool people who came. hetros and j_dog stepped off the same plane and filled our house with laughter and our back seat with a rotating menu of: discourses on the relative merits of various Steely Dan songs, curses accompanying dice-based gambling games played on a tupperware lid, and several "best of" lists. blau was hard at work on photo duty, which is doubly awesome since our camera started talking about memory card errors mid-ceremony. Gögi gamely snapped shots too. They are a fun mini-bunch. Everyone gamely endured my constant stream of gems like, "Right here? This is where I skinned my knee one time. Over there? Yeah, I've been there. Lots. Know what? That place right over there, that used to be this right here. Why, Dolores? WHY?!" At least I found us a place serving a decent breakfast, and a twisty road home.
*The gravel on the shoulder of the road is digging into the heels of your hands. Somehow you've fallen and are now crawling backwards. The man is clawing his way forward toward you. In the darkness you can't make out his expression clearly, but his voice has taken on a mad tone of urgency. He suddenly erupts into some sort of fevered blues breakdown...
Collapsing onto your back, you let the rain land on your slack face. There really is no use in fighting against this kind of madness. Somehow, you know: Either he will reach you or there will be another flash of lightning. One of these will happen first, and only one of these events can happen. That is the size of the universe. Those are the overlapping, interfering realities right here and now. Wherever here is. Whyever you're here. You're too calmed up to care anymore.