Barry De Boy stands in front of the Shaffer Hotel in Mountainair, realizing that he had already checked into a room here in 2023 and then never left. Yet this is also his first time visiting. Time forms a loop in this place and disappears into a Vortex of some dimensions, some dimensions indeed. All of this was pretty much covered in photo-novel 37 sections 1 and 2 and a bit in section 3. I don’t think we need to rehash the story here. Moving on, then…
“Can Can Girls” 2023
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0510, New Mexico
She got tired of waiting for her alternate self to grow up — understandably, because it could take *decades*. She decides to do some investigating on her own about the subject. Shamon. From the inn. Place of thorns. Not much of an inn aspect left to the place — no beds as far as she could tell. More a museum for the lower floors, she supposed. And then she found the letter in the middle of an antique book just chosen at random from a first floor bookshelf. Hmm, she thought, separating the 2 pieces of paper from each other and laying them side by side. What’s this? She started reading. She read it over again. Plain it was at first to her. Mundane, run of the mill, no special qualities at all. A journal entry by someone named June about a trip across the western part of our US of A. Then she read it again. And again. And again, starting to put the 2 sides together to make 1; actually, let’s make that she simply eliminated the second to make one. Here’s what she had left…
Dear Dairy,
We’re finally in Missouri! Almost home! Bryan was so exhausted with today’s drive that we decided to have a sleepover at a cheap motel off Route 66. Madry Wise it’s called and the owners Martha and Theodore are just adorable! They welcomed us with open arms and invited us for dinner so we can share our Route 66 road trip experience with them. Bryan is just having a little nap and we’ll go once he wakes up.
I can’t believe how lucky I am. It’s been the best summer ever!!! Two weeks ago we started the journey from Santa Monica, CA and went through several states through Barstow, Kingman, Sedona, Winslow, Monument Valley, Durango, Santa Fe, Albuquerque, Roswell, Amarillo, Oklahoma City until now Missouri.
She checked everything on a map. Santa Monica, Barstow, Kingman, Sedona, Winslow: yes, all towns up to this point were on Highway 66 or, in Sedona’s case, quite close, only about 25 miles away. But June and her boyfriend Bryan start to veer away from that famous highway after Winslow, AZ and only clearly pick it up again at Amarillo TX. In other words, June may not have even travelled 66 through the whole of New Mexico, going from Durango CO down to Santa Fe then Albuquerque then Roswell to its south before heading back up to Texas. *Crossing* 66 in Albuquerque but not necessarily travelling along it. While pondering this, Shelley Johnston Struthers realized, if so, that another motel might have been visited on the journey between Albuquerque and Roswell. Was this what was being implied all along?? Fictional Madry Wise Motel actually standing in for the most haunted hotel in America?
They should have never left some of the swastikas on the building because photos can be flipped and time reversed along with it. 1923: not that far away, then, not far atall.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0509, Jeogeot, New Mexico, Xilted
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