Saturday, March 12, 2005
Lost. They tore along the long, straight highway together for hours. The dust blew at them and the sun beat down, but still they felt together, and they were going places they had never been before, because they knew they had to. He pulled over absently when they reached an enormous building. It was shaped halfway between a barn and a church – the exterior was ornately carved with pale stone archways and crumbling religious figures, but overall it took on the shape of a building created for nothing, except perhaps as a lone object of beauty on the long, empty stretch of road. There was no door or entrance of any kind to be seen, (the building finished rather abrubtly at either end), and there was little mention of a window or even any indication that it was hollow. He climbed slowly out of the car, and she followed him. She walked around the front and joined him, locking her hand into his with her fingers. They stood silently gazing up at the monstrosity that had caused him to stop, and decided unanimously (but equally wordlessly) to circumnavigate it. Moving out away from the road, they found themselves in a field and standing two inches deep in water. The weather turned from the blazing Nevada 35 degrees to a miserable, lazy British 13 in almost an instant – the mystery and unusualness of their location seemed further to taunt them. There was little to do but continue; in spite of their apparent shift in meteorological fortunes. It was blindingly obvious that the daunting cathedral-esque building was the only landmark for many hundreds of miles – the young couple could almost see the curvature of the earth at the horizon. The car lay behind them somewhere, and because they had only walked in a straight line they knew exactly how to get back there if and when the urge took hold of them. Still, they kept walking, hands never separating. His gaze never left the horizon, hers never left him – she was confident in the knowledge that his was a face of determination and archetypal male leadership. Soon, however, it was apparent that they were getting nowhere. The horizon never moved, the building never stopped looming over them, and the quiet chug-chug of the dormant car motor never ceased. They were now standing in over a foot of water. He began to mumble some words of concern but she silenced him with a finger and said
"Please, lets not ruin the time we have together." -author unknown
A lie and a farce and a fake;
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