Thu, 19 May 2005

vanish
I live about four miles from an elementary school whose students have been flickering in and out of existence. This makes it hard to arrange lectures and activities, as some students are missing for up to three minutes at a time, a gap far too large to simply skip over. Even worse, the children are apparently being given some nature of ‘involution education’ while away, a series of partial lessons which, when accumulated, provoke states of distance awareness, alternate time, and the activation of the puberty device. A pair of these children live here in the park; I’ve seen them drawing interwoven mandalas in day-glo chalk on the basketball court. I tried to talk to them, as I’ve always had an interest in subjective time, but their mothers, mascara slurred around their eyes, screamed at me and poked at my undercarriage with broken broomhandles until I left them alone. The children refuse to leave the park, claiming their hair has taken on a secondary function, pulling nutrients from the air, leaving them free to perfect their work. Yesterday the manager put up cyclone wire around the basketball court covered in blue tarps, so as to diminish media attention, which I think is pointless, as the earth is filled with miracles, but the manager is a pragmatist in these matters.
(12:14.05.19.2005) [/ana] #