| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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[this is not the dream. it's a back story] i live on the northeastern outskirts of downtown. back in march of 2000 a tornado ripped through my city. i was protected because my apartments are downhill and protected by a rampart built for a raised train track. a lot of buildings were ripped up. one of them, the former "bank one tower" is the dominant sight from my back door. it's a 37-story glass and steel building and all the glass had been blown off and it was reduced to its frame. then they boarded the whole thing up with plywood and sheet metal, making it look even more pathetic. seeing this every day started working into my brain. i started dreaming about living in a ghost city. i lived in the same apartment, but without all the modern stuff. i'm still paralyzed, and i get around on a wheeled board (a dolly), except when i want to take a trip somewhere. then i had burro named "cadillac" who i hooked up to a shopping cart with one side that was hinged and that i rode like a wagon. i would ride down dirt roads, past derelict buildings, to the river. there i'd throw myself out of the cart, onto the ground, and get into this little canoe. in this world, all the commerce - mostly food, maybe some other useful items - is done from the banks of the river. |
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