The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

the idyll

they were there in the glade, i'm sure of it. the camera was
scanning, looking for them. they were down by the shore. there
was a kind of boat or a log boat. they were dressed for some
kind of ceremony. i'm not sure what was going on. maybe it
wasn't a ceremony, maybe they dressed like that all the time.

it looked like a hierarchy, like an organized thing, but i might
be wrong. i keep thinking about these things. i didn't know what
the rules were, maybe there weren't any. maybe they were just
fooling around, out on a lark.

the glade was by the shore, what were they doing down by the

the camerawork is rough. i tried to clean it up. i did my best.
whatever i did didn't help. maybe there was a malfunction. but i
should have been able to improve things, at least increase the
contrast, change levels, things like that. it was all blood-red,
that's hard to work with. but i should have been able to do
something. i couldn't do anything.

so it seems even with the video, like a dream of some sort. i
knew it happened, but the evidence isn't there on the tape. the
camera was working perfectly. i kept using it.

who were these people, what were they doing there?

then i wonder if they were there all along, before we came,
before anyone else came. maybe they're gone, maybe they're
leaving pictures behind, dreams, warnings. i think they might be
seductions, i'm sure of it. in any case, here's the evidence.

i know i sound like i'm writing a first-year story here, but
this is absolutely true. i can't help the truth of it. the video
is garish but it doesn't like.

they didn't seem to be there when we returned. maybe we went a
different way.

whatever it was, it moved on. i'm sure it moved on. i don't lie.

i didn't understand the rules. where there any? misery!

and the shore? what was it?

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