We start again at the House on the Hill at the summit of one of those islands we just spoke about, the two stranger ones representing retirement itself. A figure both male and female, one locked inside the other. And behind him or her, in the kitchen. A ghost.
We can call it a rock.
We can call it a planet.
It is the same size as our Earth.
It is associated with the color blue (like our Earth).
But it is not Earth.
It is from somewhere else.
And we need to treat it with respect.
I’ll let the darker one sleep this time, she thinks from her couch of power as the awakened lighter one is released to the floor.
But an occident occurred as he dropped too far and spilled down the stairs instead. “Oh my God oh my GOD.”
We could say the neck was snapped but that wouldn’t be the half of it.
(to be continued?)
Sunklands 