00440701 (light)
“I don’t understand *any* of this futuristic book you lent me, Miss S.”
“That’s why I gave it up after a couple of chapters to play with my cat. That is, until Claude comes around.” Our planet as a cube, pheh, she thinks. Will he give the whole moronic concept up today? How about tomorrow? She has to set a limit on stoopid. 6 days it is, she decides then and there, one day for each crazy side of his idiotic belief. In her head, she even conceives of a multi-colored cube to cross off the 6 sides on during the countdown. She’ll start with the most obvious colors of red green blue for these and then move on to, say, yellow. Yes, the next square will be yellow, she chooses to end this post.
00440702 (earth)
Middle: Green (painted) with no green, only red yellow blue.
Another green oddity from Google Earth this time: a “demon head” of such color in a small Washington state lake snapped in March 2007…
… which then mysteriously disappears by 2009, the whole island turning from green to beige with the seeming eradication of all plant life.
We know from other historic Google Earth satellite views that this “head” existed in one form or another from 6/2006…
… up to 7/2007, so a bit over a year at the very least. Just noting.
Back to the first green head for comparison.
Through the hidden constant of *island*, the head began to remind observing Gerald of something else green — a foot. Green from head to foot, then. A thing of purest green, the alchemist’s secret goal.
Gerald had his vineyard. And his dog. He should return now. Day getting late.
00440703 (all)
And so let’s end where it all began. With a cube. In the Back Rooms. But we must add more text and context.
None of this is finished. We have reached a dead end, plywood *blocking* our way again. Besides the highlighted cube, notice also the bit on the sickly yellow wall to the left here projecting through as a line. Future promise but also current limit.
We are going to get answers, though the journey will be hard at times, with many pitfalls to navigate. Let’s call these: falling into the flesh pit, mystery no more. The Back Rooms is actually uplifting in this way. Sometimes I wish it had all remained plywood, this Our Second Lyfe. Would certainly help with lag (!).
We toil endlessly in a 9-5 grind but ultimately use our copiers for nonproductive things like tomfoolery or worse.
We are hanging by a thread, producing writing but only of a disjointed mix of color, font, and narrative.
We wade through pools of shallow knowledge, hoping to get to deeper ones soon enough. If we live that long, pheh (plywood again).
We are bored. We are not fulfilling what we are suppose to be. The powers that be knew this would happen. They gave us a break. Many.
As in bathroom. So many toilets to choose from but only one is real. No people at least, but of course that’s part of the whole problem.
We must come back up to the world, move to the main building by the holidays with all the other 9-5 grinders and out of this Back Rooms place with its pitfalls and dead ends. Things will be okay; you’ll see. Night writing instead of day. Continuity instead of disjointment through increased psychic abilities. Let the photo-novels begin!
END OF “SUNKLANDS 2024 LATER”!
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