Nothing Really

The Dyson that died.

Then went to recycling Heaven.

Then who knows?

The Fabled City

I don't really know if you know about the Fabled City and Ed's Little Known Parking Lot. It's a location, not some indie band. You can't just arrive there either. You can only find yourself there. There's quite a difference between these two states. If you don't get that them I'm wasting my time with you.

I found a vacant space easily but once I'd driven into it, forwards, I realized I could not reverse out. My only option was to abandon the vehicle and leave a message for Ed (a person I've never met) and hope that he would deal with things. Abandonment was in the air.

I queued up for some refreshment. That was all the sign said: "Refreshments". It was a long slow moving queue. I'm still there. I'm writing this from the queue. I've no idea how far along this queue I am. There are no progress indicators. All I hear are soft sighing sounds from further ahead. I sometimes hear them from further behind too. Why do people sigh? Has it a purpose?

I've come to the conclusion than I'm lost, mostly, although I know exactly where I am. I'm in a queue. But then I think about things and it dawns on me that I've been in a queue for all my life.

Some Cats

Some cats merge into their surroundings. Playing a game of slow ghost. Losing senses of scale and grace for the tiny and tuning in, only to become the enormous shadow. Size matters more than size not mattering. These cats do not play by your cheap rules. Your cherished opinions and guidance will be ignored. They'll eat your words as if they were a portion of white, finely cooked and prepared chicken. They will change shape too. They'll shift themselves around and in between environments. They are not complete inhabitants of this world or any world you care to name. I doubt you can easily name any other worlds where such conditions might be met. This is one of the things you will not learn at school or college or from those who claim to be your elders and betters. Their common trait is their willingness to lie, time after time to cover their ignorance. So the cats will blend in. They'll sneak. You will observe a disturbance as they appear and disappear. Just be careful not to follow them too closely. Those who stray across unmapped borders seldom return to the place where they began their journey.