Back in Collagesity…
… the Blue *Thorn* walks into a pizza establishment, only to discover the irony of his main bane. He *himself* is this mysterious Monroe Ray who borrowed his antique red Chevy and perhaps drove it into the levy but definitely, at any rate, got himself lost… then killed. Smashed in the face by Casey One Hole in the 256 defined Red Room, one a-hole of a guy as we know. Thus the cybernetics. “Don’t die, don’t die,” said the one armed doctor, hovering above him like a white masked angel. And so he didn’t but being brought back to life in this way, in this manner, cost him. Recruitment into Pot-D; tough boss Buster Damm over him now. “Damn!” he often cursed at his situation.
He sat in Collagesity’s newest business for half an hour, waiting on the pizza he’d ordered just before climbing the beige hill to the village within the village, a microcosm. He’d figure it out soon enough. The pizza was made by himself at the same time and it sat there on the counter, waiting for him to open the lid and solve the puzzle. More would come of this.
Sitting on the dough, the money of the place, he’s remembering a lot. Baker. Wendy. The rented room for the night above the citrus fruit shop. Then it happened *again*, the dream within a dream.
He’d forgotten about the Strange Isle, the Temple of Light exactly 200 meters above it in the air. So much has gone on in Our Second Lyfe now.
And now another strange island, considerably larger in scope, looms before him. Some will call it Retirement Island, especially after the 28th of this particular month of 2022 (February). Actually there’s another, similar sized island not far atall to the east that might be paired with it throughout eternity — probably is. They are definitely a part of the Wild West of Nautilus, although Lands End between it and Lower Austra is just to the south and east as well, a strong focus of this particular photo-novel, 31 in a series of — I won’t say 31 again. I don’t know how long it will last. I consider it a precious gift. 🙂 There are so many advantages of writing in this manner, in this way, in terms of character development over time — through many many photo-novels in some cases; the same with *location* development; and then the final one, the most illusive: THINGS (always capitalized). Concepts sometimes. Examples for it from the current photo-novel include SEED, THROUGH THE WALL, PHEH, 102, NODAL, *BLEH* (different from PHEH), POINT FOLLOWING, WAIT!, LETTER Q, CARDS, MORGAN/MORGAINE, GREEN RING, WHITE TREES, SUN ROSE, HAT REMOVAL, TILE MANIFESTO, NEW PHYSICS, PAST FUTURE, ENIGMA, GRASSHOPPERS, SILHOUETTES, PURPLE/BLACK LAKE BUNCH, OUTER PLANETS, RASPBERRY, and RAINBOW SPHERE. Complicated — illusive — like I said. But maybe the most important in the long haul, stitching together character and location to make a larger picture that can only be, for practical purposes, faintly seen and locally enforced. This is definitely a metaphor for life itself. We continue…
So you see, for example, the phrase “citrus fruit shop” has been used twice in photo-novel 31, although I haven’t included it as a thing — yet. A linking concept is All Orange, part thing part character so far. In the post “Sameness”, we see an orange, circular in design and thus representing the whole, paired with CARDS to form a deeper study. Notice that Alice’s caterpillar is on one of the cards — a “worm” — and wormholes were talked about earlier in the photo-novel. Then All Orange refers to something Wendy saw in this same citrus shop back in photo-novel 26 I believe, when she stayed in the same apartment as Man About Time and Alysha did later, except with Jeffrie Phillips. Why the same apartment? Why an orange referenced in each case?
We can actually turn to the ORACLE (yet another thing/concept but not listed/official yet — *large*) and find WALDROP (another character and thing combo, actually) linked with both Fife and Thelma Lou and understand that Man About Time, second in command to Jeffrie Phillips in Collagesity (still?), is kind of Barney Fife of the “Andy Griffith Show” to Jeffrie’s Andy Griffith. Thelma Lou, his true love, is turning into Alysha — again the citrus fruit shop setting clues us into this. But then we also know that Jeffrie Phillips himself is married to Alysha, but it seems to be in a parallel reality to MAT’s. Imagine this — I don’t think it ever happened in the show but imagine this: Andy — Sheriff Andy Taylor — and Barney, his faithful deputy and best friend for life, dating the same woman… but not just dating her, *married* to her. Both of ’em. And take a look back if you wish at all the symbols from that show we’ve run across in 31. Tailors Tillie and Tealy become Taylors (like Andy and his aunt Bee in the show). Tangentially, Mount Airy, the factual place that translates into Mayberry, the fictional setting for practically the entire show — a cultural archetype by now — is featured in other ways, like through the original Siamese twins Chang and Eng Bunker. But this just entered the story through a random picture found by Wheeler on the Omega continent. And the tesseract — don’t get me started about the tesseract. Iowa.
I forgot to even mention Opie — Opp or Campbell O’Pine, grown up and beyond his toy “childhood” starting in photo-novel 8 to become a real, true to life man.
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?)
Monroe Ray: cyborg
I died. Right over there. Smashed in the face. Head gone. Then: return. I sit here. Waiting for The One.
She looks down at the blue and white umbrella in the distance and realizes this is the same as Bear Island, ruled by Ted. Much larger dimensions of course, but: the same. Now to figure out where this is going. An examination of the land to begin. Retirement Island? Appears so, yes. But is that the official nomenclature? All this has happened before. Baker Bloch, a bobblehead, on his neighboring isle, within easy earshot for continued communication.
on the border/ zig-zag chair
He spies her at the top of the waterfall overlooking the house but he doesn’t think she sees him.
But just because he thinks this, she does, or at least his head and shoulders. Fitting, she inserts here. I lost him so long ago.
She knew she had to change to fit the island. The island will tell her how to dress, how to act, how to *live* in this modern a gogo world. She is born anew, clean slate.
She’s already decided she’ll have darker hair this go around. Like Fern’s, like Charlene the Punk’s. She couldn’t fit into the former’s Green Lantern shirt or mesh Capri pants, even the large size. She wishes she could lose a bit more weight, but Jeffrey doesn’t seem to mind. Nor Man About Time for that matter, in that parallel world she also lives in on the other side of the red dream curtain, the color of Jasper. Here: Newton. Which reminds her she needs to write or call Newt. What happened to him? What happened to Kolya the holey headed one, the guy that preceded him and Newt acted as a replacement for, it seemed? All was so hopeful. Then (photo-)novel 31 began and he was gone from the scene. Baker Bloch was back front and center, or, er, back and center, just like in his Azure Island days way back back back in ’08. Soo far. And below me: Baker again. Searching for The One. He’ll get that a-hole Casey One Hole if he isn’t careful (she understood). 256 — no 257, no progression. Sealed inside a sim called Missing. Well, *I’m* here now, in the corner, a 257 myself if I say so. Um. Back to the hair.
Newt, she contemplated further. It was like he finally found a proper name beyond Axis-Windmill and then his job was done here — there. Because here doesn’t include him.
She can’t see me here still, he thinks below.
I can still see you there, she thinks from above. Just a head this time. He’s lost it.
Where to start? How about at the beginning which is also the end. Aloha. Could be a good name for the island itself.
He stops a bit up the beautifully landscaped path to listen in on two men, a couple apparently, bickering about a woman. One has a deep voice that is also, paradoxically, baby-like. The other speaks in trills and chirps. He recalls he did the same when he first lost his head.
He is truly hidden this time, although just barely. And the men? Nudists. Big Red and Blue Jay Wade, back to make an important point about wearing the proper clothes.* They hadn’t got the hang of the place yet.
* Note: the part of Blue Jay Wade is now played by Ted Sargent instead of Ted York.
(to be continued?)
“Get off my bag. Quit copying my look.”
“No *you’re* copying *my* look.” Snickers all around before parting.
Mr. Z, aka A.B. Normal, paused at the top of the bridge, realizing he had encountered his own doppleganger heading in the opposite direction: toward that island storm. He could fully see him now as a 3 dimensional person and not mere flat illusion, but it was too late. “Careful in your journeys, mister!” he decided to call as the other continued down the far side. “I’ll be alright!” came the more distant reply, also knowing what the other was thinking as he started to smell the rain and ozone.
Backpack laden Mr. Z arrives at the islet home of Tina and Louise but decides not to bother them, knowing he must get to Alan and Hale on the main island before the worst of the storm hits. He takes one more look from his center position on their mooring deck before moving on, a closer lightning flash bristling the hairs on the back of his neck next to the mask that screams the most.
“Watch out!” it seems to say. The watch-over says watch over. Too late: he’d been spotted and then invited in for a spot of tea.
He soon learned that the girls remained friends but had split up as a couple, with Tina keeping the main house and Louise sleeping over there in the former guest treehouse, at least until she could find new digs, perhaps with the man they called the Professor up in Trueblood, The One, she sometimes called him. Tina technically owned the property after all — Louise felt she had no choice except to take the smaller place. The black haired beauty invited Mr. Z to stay with her, jumping the gun on her former redheaded and at least equally stunning roomie. She wasn’t going to accept second place no longer.
Later at the treehouse they lit a joint and got down to it. Scrabble. After smoking Mr. Z admitted to Louise that redheads were more his bag and that he was disappointed that Tina hadn’t invited him to stay in the main house instead. After turning over the scrabble board and spilling the pieces all about the place, she slapped him and said he could go to his Tina, his dream girl, and that she had the Professor after all, no matter how distant he was from her in the moment, those many sims to cross to get to him up in Trueblood. She could wait until they’re together, PHEH. “Out… OUT!” she screamed, waking up the screaming mask who did likewise. “Told you so!” it seemed to say as another lighting storm started on the coast.
Next up: Alan and Hale and the attack of the howling Howell monkeys.
It always seemed to be raining on the island. Lightning and raining. She decided to use the transformative powers she intended for Opine on herself. Failure! How many times had she reenacted the tragedy in her head. Why did she position that particular tank over the stairs. Why had she not thought of the trajectory made when he fell to the floor. First time! But she had decided, unconsciously, she wanted it this way all along. A real true to life woman she was now, an Eve without an Adam. Dammit, Axis. If only I hadn’t been greedy and ordered two fer one Opine would had been stored in the safe tank, the red one instead of blue. Blue stands for dangerous future as opposed to safe past. Best to cut it off at the present, best to stay below the horizon line. Or at least keep the body down there, hmph. Pheh. Bleh! She threw up colors again, thinking about that head, that face…
Jim and Natalie returned to their home base banana tree after successfully killing off Alan and Hale, only to find that they had missed their baby boy Gill’s first word, according to left behind/ too young to be in battles/ older brother Skipper. His own name. Then to their delight he said it once more. Gill again.
boxed in (no 257)
I wonder if Mr. Z ever made it off Tina’s islet over there,” she ponders, sipping on a cocktebeerl to try to soothe her still weak and rumbling stomach. Maybe we should start over and begin at that Art Box in the sim’s corner — see what else leads into the island. Perhaps fresh characters? May be too late for that. Only about 5 or 6 posts left in this here photo-novel, 31 in a series of… 31 in a series… *siiighh*.
She thinks back to the calendar opened up to February and what lay underneath it. Red. Lots of red. She spills her guts over the deck’s railing, carefully avoiding the flowers this time.
Later with her one good eye, she decides to find out.
yellow now between red and blue
“Have you heard the Art Box is going under?” she says, having stared at it enough.
“Just rumor. Speculation,” replies the heavily tattooed girl wearing red beside her.
The non-tattooed, blue wearing one to her right also answers. “Dead as a doorknob,” she weighs in. “End of February.”
“Not quite,” the red one returns.
Carla covered her ears, sick of hearing the booms. It’s just as loud over here as back on the beach! she complains within.
White clad Morna beside her had bigger problems. She was about to be cast into the sea with the sharks by Peggy. Peggy didn’t want to hear no shit about
Baker Bloch Marty Uncle Albert being a prevert, despite being the reason for Zizzy of the Ditzy and Zizzy duo to be shipped off to Camp Umbrella next to the Crisp Sea, or so she said. Now there was yellow between and a new element involved — more balance.
3rd eye. Triangle.
“Let’s stop here, Baker, and contemplate what we just wrote.”
“In the flesh!”
We are about to go up the path to see what’s over the hill, monsters left behind in the dust. 2:23 soon, tick tick tick.
How about that manual now?
Z to A (257)
Retirement presents all around; manual: done.
We begin again, *tired* but then fresh and newborn.
END OF “SUNKLANDS 2022-2021 WINTER”!