Live! from 15 April 2005 A.D.

(In this space appears a block of largely-ignored text that contributes to the overburdening and eventual collapse of the Internet, and to the heat death of the universe.)

Ryan adorns himself with a neon top hat and prismatic campaign ribbons, strides into the steam-filled Great Crystal Palace promenade, and begins waltzing solo to the unheard tune of Sonic Youth’s "The Diamond Sea". He watches through self-adjusting telescopic lenses as glistening pyramids slide across the warped panorama. He tips his hat to the Lady of Ice as she takes his picture, while a rousing silent applause resonates continuosly. The geared pylons click fluidly until midnight, when the rain begins to upwell from the ground and fall into the sky. Ryan’s gloved hand adjusts the dialing wheel, and aims with jaded precision at the empty tin cans, deftly striking each one with not a glimmer of concern. And then a flash of light drowns out all, and Ryan continues his wayward journey, turning his ship toward 1878.

(I’m in an artistic mood.)


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: