Dream: Cute Simulation GameWhile wasting time in front of the ISP-hosted underground amusement park/university I explain to two elderly Russian women (they are surprised that I speak Russian), that against my own expectations the underground amusement park is not a rip-off and that there even is a delicious confection, which one can have for free and in unlimited quantities. I give them a piece each.
The following takes place on a small square grassland in front of the entrance to the underground amusement park. I play a game with four cute miniature people (each of them the size of a finger), who harvest wood from two trees and re-plant them after complete exploitation. They walk freely without being bound to roads. Along with wood, they collect fruit from fruit trees. I consider letting them plant two fields of crops for harvesting. Their housing and storage consists of one building made from wood only, so they probably do not require rock as a building material.
One of the people manages to get stuck on a pat
DosentomatenTomaten in Dosen
Brauch' ich für Soßen
Für Penne, Nudeln und Spaghetti
Ketschup ist eklig
Was essbares daraus zu machen
Ich brauche keine Pizzen
Ich brauch kein Glutamin
Hollari, Hollari, Hollero
Ich züchte selber Nudeln
Und esse sie dann Roh
Hollari, Hollari, Hollero
The cicadas bring me to the dayThe cicadas bring me to the day;
The crickets to my doze.
With shifts they work so vigilant
in trilling out their prose.
The siren songs of summer
Grow as fevers do;
'til the heat comes bursting through.
There's ne'er a stillness I can't shake,
unless I shake the trees
and rattle them and interurpt
their merging symphonies.
ImpermanenceI wonder at the impermanence of wood
organic matter made shelter, a cabin wall
As I pace in the room where trees once stood
I see a structure that must one day fall
All things organic made mortal in their own way
as for my own body's finite timline
I shelter ideas, test endurance, race against decay
seeking to realize the dream of mine
that the fox within lives to make it outside
I wonder at the impermanence of flesh and bone
in thinking that a brave new polynucleotide
alone might dismantle human walls, letting out the fox I've known
from organic matter made shelter, in new red-orange fluff
embarking into the wild, if there is still time enough
Staring up at startsI often gaze with eyes glazed over, into deep night skies.
Eager for a shooting star, to drift across my gaze.
Foggy is my vision, blurred and in a haze.
Waiting for the twinkle, the signs from above.
Hoping with an aching heart, that one will soon come.
My body slowly cools, nipped by chilly air.
I continue gazing upward, much without a care.
At last in the distance, I see a faint pail light.
Rip across the night sky, filling it with light
Sparkles dance across my eyes, as I stare at it in awe.
As darkness once again, consumes the sky above.