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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: Jonathan and Marjoram
Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 12:52:03 -0500 (EST)
Jonathan and Marjoram Jonathan was driving, Marjoram (yes, that's her real name), was in the passenger seat. They were traveling through the port of Los Angeles. They were would-be terrorists. "Take a left here," Marjoram said. "We don't have much farther to go." The refineries were close by. Jonathan reached over, signaled left. http://www.asondheim.org/takingleft.mov He didn't want any trouble. Marjoram was having second doubts. She replayed, over and over again, her childhood dream, walking down a wooden pier of some sort, looking left and right into the water. http://www.asondheim.org/takingstraight.mov There were beautiful sea-creatures, kelp, algal mats, of all sorts; the water was alive. 'Perhaps the world is, as it is meant to be,' she thought. 'Perhaps we're making an error.' She dreamed herself into a better life, waiting and walking, there on the pier, happy children, innocent and unaware, running just ahead.