Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Joy is more consistently orange-y.


- These are two large garbage bags, extra-strength. They’re pretty full, and I can’t tie them up. We need to find a place to dump these.

- What’s inside?

- It’s the contents of his mind. Might as well take a look. You see that I’m ripping away this first foamy layer. It’s mostly Urdu vocabulary. We’re getting down to the English, which is a little thicker. All this wire netting here? That’s knowledge about the relationships between interest rates and commodities prices.

- There’s a lot of cardboard in there.

- That’s mostly the names of things and people, and some verbs. Here, this foil-looking stuff is fear. More like anxiety, really. It’s a structural element, sort of, holding things together.

- But it’s all a mess in these two large garbage bags.

- That it is. You know how things get larger and smaller sometimes right before you fall asleep? the proportions balloon and shrink? If that all just pops somewhere during that process, you end up with something like these two large garbage bags. Oh, these tiny colored balls are anticipation, which is basically the same thing as joy. Joy is more consistently orange-y.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

That's the best piece of writing of yours I have read. Excellent! EJ might agree that joy is orange. It seems to be her favorite color.

MK

PS: I liked where you were going with the "I Ate my Japanese Teacher" story, but didn't like some bits here and there (e.g. the green ectoplasm thing -- too Ghostbusters) that made it a bit too obvious that you weren't really being serious and that despite the interesting underlying issue, you were really more laughing to yourself than trying to lure the reader into the story.

Anonymous said...

I like the short stories better than the science stuff.

Anonymous said...

I like the short stories better than the science stuff.