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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: Philosophy Text of the Northern Trek
Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2003 23:48:46 -0400 (EDT)
Philosophy Text of the Northern Trek We ran off, it was an exciting escape! We left the ruined snowmobile at 3000 meters and began our slow trek northward. We went passed fallen ski-lifts, half choked by glaciers, cormorants nesting among the rusted cables. We continued northward. Anything to escape the wars and slaughters in the south. In the south, humanity was disappearing; blind animals died sullenly beneath the noon-day sun. We walked across the upper crusts of the glacial beds, crevices everywhere. Some disappeared, the rest of us continued to the station. We hoped for signs of life. We were disappointed at the ruined station. Corroded batteries were everywhere. The fury had hit; we thought it stopped elsewhere. Everywhere the planet shuddered; the obscene auroras with their unearthly colors reflected the future of the world. "Stop Here" he said. "This is as far as we can go." But the rest of us left, and continued our trek. He was speaking to himself now, mumbling and describing the death of billions. Breathless, we approached the frozen waters of the polar ocean. The last remnants of surface life moved slowly to the meandering field of true north. Unaware of global precession, our trek continued, shuddering in our tracks. The nights were harsh with bioluminescent fury beneath the missiles overhead. They crawled, exploded across the sky, raining radioactive debris into the frozen north. Metal fragments burned through the ice in fiery storms. We watched silently, vowing to remain there, as the ice began to crack. We heard shouts of "Open water!" over and over again... ...We held on for dear life to the last vestiges of the polar ice... ___