The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

August 25, 2008

Julu's home enTwined

julu emits particle torso smoke, black smoker as undersea, seabottom,
depth analysis of deep-sea black smoker interiors, airless response.

julu lives and works on a small square or spit of land attached to

land sucks up everything, land is it.
water sucks up the land. the sea is indefinite, nothing lives there,
nothing visible, not now. perhaps later you might find someone, something,
take your time.

it's all confusing. one misstep, and s/he's lost hir bearings. the flat
sun rises and sets, glaring, subdued. weather might come later.
or a cool breeze.
the sun and moon cast shadows. there must be waxing or waning moons,
eclipses, crescents. i don't remember any of them.
julu only knows full and emptied sky, no thunderstorms, lightning.
not yet, nothing programmed by lindenlabs.

things might come later.
julu waits for the rain. smoker jpgs smoke jpgs

julu, pierced

was a bit difficult to set this up and julu had to wear her flight
bracelet but we (Julu and I) managed to take these aerials from
around 650 meters up - it might not seem that high, but with the
use of false perspective we might as well have run up the kilometers.

over and over again, imagining this abject site until i'm exhausted,
julu's exhausted, nikuko's exhausted. this can't go on much farther,
can it. i can jam the site until everything halts, i lose my account,
julu disappears forever. i can slow up things uselessly - you'd have
to return two weeks from now to see any changes. at night my dreams
are distorted, julu doesn't have any, but she's in them. she walks
in fevers like the night.

daggers, that's what's shooting out. nikuko, blind, the rest of us.

i keep reading about second life, it's something else, not mine; i'm
waiting for the axe to fall, alan supine, imagine.

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