I’m going to *search* out meaning in life while I have it. Like this Great Fracture or Fissure. What is it? Why do people live around it? Fractured — like this world, this estate. Why exist here?
I’ve got to get out of here! thought Duncan Avocado while staring out from the Great Fracture or Fissure sim at the Spiral Jetty over in Hambone. Create some interactive land art; take some Real Life photos; something! Jackson Bloch did it. I can too!
But, no, his assignment tonight was to head down to the Last Drop at the west lip of the Fissure and interact with the locals; try to get some dirt on what’s going down. Besides lip rocks.
“I dreamed last night,” began weight challenged Gabriel again, “that the Fissure was a great mouth, trying to tell us something. You know, that rock in the middle, that pillar, was the tongue.”
“We Camptons like to call it *Fracture*, reiterated Jed across from him for the hundredth time. It was a great debate: Fracture or Fissure. Another one of those split worlds, like we’ve seen with continental names Maebaelia or Satori. Another of those South-North separations, even. Because the South side of the Fissure, Camptons included, preferred Fracture, while the North side — Gabriel, et al. — preferred the obverse. One could *observe*, from above, the mouth speaking, true. Breaking away from Gabriel’s glare, Jed allowed him to continue his story, name problem set aside for the moment. “Alright,” he encouraged. “Go ahead.”
Duncan listened carefully from a nearby chair as the fourfold truth was told about the sim.
Does Tipton escapee Incognito, cousin to Pipersville’s Colored TV and Rumpkinhead who also lived in the burg *directly before* the bomb went off, currently reside in this house with a great view of Turtle Hill or Butte, shortest but most central of the three main Hills of Bill…
… or in this house below Bill Hill, highest of these hills but not as centrally located?
Again, time-space-options remain confused. It’s becoming difficult, nay impossible to keep writing about such situations. Once again, we must end our story in the Hills of Bill.
Wait… late breaking news: a *car* is coming down the road from Bluefield, US of A, Real Life and into Our Virtual Reality. Rumor has it that the relatively new vehicle is a blue Fit, but some reports comfirm it is red. Let’s say purple to cover both realities. Relatively new Athlon Village employee Valerie Kempbill (or Kemphill) monitors the portal day and night with eyes in her headless head from a nearby, 4th floor apartment while taking voluminous notes in her yellow and black notebooks. We’ll keep you the reader posted.
Are Space Ghost and now-friend-formerly-foe Bullfrog really and truly a gay couple as the hecklers across the grassy parcel from their Bill Hill tippy top trailer believe? Where B.F.’s (former?) lover Aqua Dude if so? Tracking down Kevin A. Orchardsity in X-City who he knows is the same as his arch-enemy Super Guy? Probably. Could go something like this:
“I’m looking for someone. He looks exactly like this.”
Well. That appears to be it! We didn’t meet Bullfrog’s intervention team headed by his brother-cousin Peepee, but no time remains. The car from Bluefield must appear sooner than later. We are left with a picture again.
Next up, we may shift to the Nautilus continent above Satori-Maebaleia for more of the North-South-East-West conflicts. I can work this drama from my new home base of 7 Stones. Will residents vote 7 Stones to be renamed Collagesity? (More) time will tell!
END OF “COLLAGESITY 2019 LATER”!