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Twilight, somewhere near the California border, far enough from the
greedy ocean to keep the shakes down. We'd built a fire, pitched a couple
tents, lit cigarettes, passed the bottle of mindwater around.
Mindwater: Ob's name for lychee juice and LSD, with a shot of vodka
in there just for laughs. Plenty of regular water around. This was the
desert, after all. Cold as hell, too, so blankets were available.
The stars out here never ceased to kill me. Someone's/something's
celestial shotgun had gone off a few billion times, blowing holes in the
cosmos, letting the light in from the otherside. Gas leaks from another
dimension. Even when I didn't have anything in me, they were a heavy sight,
those stars. A few long pulls of mindwater made the gas leaks ooze into new
arrangements, postmodern takes on the classical constellations. Maybe this
is where James Joyce got his ideasó the restructuring of the heavenly vault.
“Why Joyce?” Ob asked, cigarette wedged between the broken fenceposts
of his teeth.
First thing came to mind, that's why. I never valued coherency or
consistency of thought. Ob did. That's why he always drove, read maps, that
sort of thing. My mind was a bulletin board covered in the scraps of every
thought I'd ever had; no time for organization, no need, no desire. I could
sort it out all right.
I disliked the ocean. Water always lapping up at you, trying to suck
you down like it was thirsty. Why would the ocean be thirsty, given its
liquid nature? Again, poor logic, but interesting theoretics at work. The
desert was it for me, dry, pure, quiet (usually), home of thought and
hopefully dervishes. Ocean consumed too much brainpower for my taste, you
know?
“I've heard this all before,” Ob always said whenever I went off
about the desert/ocean mindset. I didn't careóthe desert was my eternal
plain and plane of thought and with enough (mind)water I could travel it
forever.
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