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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Jululost
Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2013 15:54:21 -0400 (EDT)
Jululost When the platform disappeared and everything fell it was almost impossible to find Julu and bring hir back, since the boundaries were lost and A.D. wasn't able to establish new ones to set a home landmark. So everything was up in the air but more or less on the ground; Julu kept trying to follow A.D. but since s/he wasn't there, s/he could only move uselessly near a signpost that meant nothing to hir. Oh for those heady days. Later A.D. was able to re-mark hir territory for Julu and offered teleport and all was settled in a new demarcation. But this took a while and by then everyone had gone home but at least A.D. knew Julu was safe at least for the moment and hir useless energy and skittering had come to a halt. Sometimes there's nothing much to see but the remnants of loneliness and the fear that the Other has disappeared, leaving vacuum behind, if that even, and perhaps not even that. It's as if every gesture were an unreadable portent, the literate popula- tion having long since disappeared, without enough variety left in the gene-pool to continue the species. This is well what Julu is confronted with in hir ignorance; there is nothing seen and nothing to be seen. And then as I've said, this miracle of appearance, the proffering of tele- port and the presence of the resuscitated platform, as if nothing at all had changed or ever would. http://www.alansondheim.org/Jululost.mp4