Writing to Reach You.

Dial the number, wait for connection. Connect. Ring Ring Ring. Cowie zips through the telephone pole. He is 50 grams, millions of lightyears old. Every telephone ring he is going this way and that, with his long grey beard, the real Santa maybe? He is the reason we can talk to our parents, our grandparents, our friends, telemarketers, people across the world. Zip Zip Zip for 24 thankless hours, never resting, all alone, thankfully too busy to be lonely. The amulet is around his neck, until he loses it in the world's fastest bet against the Banana King, who always wins. Starlight the Monkey collects it, and plays with it for awhile - 'monkeying around', if you will. He almost gets sucked into the amulet's (ulet ulet!) power, almost almost almost being drawn into Cowie's world, Cowie is thisclose to retirement ... but, alas, it was not meant to be, and luckily Cowie was too busy to even notice his close but failed chance at a rest. Lucky for him, though - if he ever stops moving, if his motion ceases for longer than 30 seconds, he will disintegrate. But that is besides the point: Starlight accidently dropped the amulet into 1000 years of darkness, and only one unicorn could save it ....

On the shores of a school in Quebec, the ocean opens up and laps up against the shore, and people stand and wait as the sun rises and a shipwreck is explored.

Killer Rabbit on the Loose

If events don't actually happen, if items disappear when you look away, if everything is a figment of imagination, if you are not you, then... then what's the point of it all? What's the point of living and leaving no impact? No dent? No change? Can you even call it living? Or is it more like dreaming? Why do some people get magical dreams, while others get nightmares? That doesn't seem fair. But life isn't fair you say. Well how convenient that the people who are dreaming magical fairytales say that. Convenient, indeed.

The 12thor20thor22ndor42nd? BROOHAHAHA jokes

And then you wonder, DID that event actually happen or is it all just a figment of an overactive imagination? And of course, there is nobody to verify the thought's authenticity, so you're left to your own devices as your very own Sherlock Holmes. And if the event and/or memory DID, in fact, occur, did it occur the way you are perceiving it? Or are you just being paranoid? With nobody to remind you or tell you or direct you, you fall into a spiral of what what what if if if and did did did.

Pop pop! The car races by as vroom, and you have to ask yourself, "Self?" until you no longer wonder or worry or react so quickly. Rise above; it all makes sense now. YOU are not YOU, says Echart. You are deeper than that, perhaps even better, faster, stronger. Oui. Good morning. And perfect agreeance (yes, yes) and mind meld on the more cowbell.

Good Morning, Oooooooooooooh

ding ding

We. Need. More. Cowbell.

The Egg is like a Star

I have thought about it, as I often do. People's different worlds in which they are consumed. Worlds where they can't imagine anyone living differently, thinking differently than them. So many different worlds on one planet, so crowded yet distant. So very dependent and independent at the same time. Without these other worlds would I be the same? Would you or Bolly be the same? Things must continue when we aren't looking. They simply must. For example, television. Perhaps I watched last night's episode of 90210, but did you? Did Mabis? Did Tom Cruise?

Weeping Willows Sticky Willies

But Dolly, are you sure Bolly and Mabis are gone? Maybe YOU and BOLLY are gone, and Mabis is here? Or Dolly and Mabis were never here, and it was always Bolly. Which Goes Back to Reality And Our Perceived Realities As Individuals. Think about it. There is a bright orange extension cord hanging in the tree across the street. If it's there, bright and glaring and neon and incredibly there, but nobody is there to see it, does it actually exist? Or does it poof everytime I look away???

PS - I am wondering if his brain is still the fish's brain. Good day. Feel the bold.

I don't see Quickzalquackzal, but I do see Santa.