Using the local media as an extension of HER voice.
In the year 2020 we’ll all have little doors in our heads that we will be able to open up whenever we want. Our brains will be wireless so that we can leave them places, in our homes or in other people’s homes and go about our days without risk of concussion or the inconvenient strain of a couple extra pounds on the neck muscles. Our brains will have such incredible range that our bodies will be able to be anywhere on or around the planet and still communicate with the body. They will use different frequencies than televisions or microwaves and the FCC will make sure of this.
Brains will be one of the most misplaced commodities and brand new agencies of private and public brain detectives will pop up all over the world. People will go to parties with their brains, get drunk, hook up, pass out and leave their grey globs behind. They will search frantically for them the next day, calling everybody they could remember meeting, and then file a report with the FLBB (Federal And Local Brain Bureau). Typical cases will span 2-6 weeks and most brains will be found with chunks of lint stuck to them and in some cases, decorated with black and blue phallic graffiti.
I loved the cliffs in Northern Iowa, where the glacier laid down and died those centuries ago. I saw them on Dramamine, a drug used to average competing pressures in and outside one’s skull as one sits, piled into the back of a van with pillows and blankets that smell distinctly of one’s entire family, and a book whose words gradually grew fuzz.
We built roads over the giant’s body where it lay. Here comes a hill that’ll make your ears pop, says whoever spots it. Not every hill is steep enough to do this. Somehow there is a property related to tilt that makes itself known to your eardrums.
My siblings and I wonder if our ears pop at the same time as our parents. We wonder if we are like them in that way. Somehow they have learned to unpop their ears quickly, which we are unable to do until we learn the secret is to yawn. But it can’t be a fake yawn, despite our efforts. We must make ourselves tired.
Years later, driving by ourselves over the giant’s corpse, we discover it is simply a jaw movement that is the remedy, and so we do that instead.
The Stillness Mix.