support. I hated to be the one to break it to him that the world was not as linear as he believed. "I low will you prevent accidents? Think about safety." I reached my arm above the refrigerator, searched for a bottle of wine, stirred my vegetables. My bare feet suctioned to tJ1e linoleum. "My house is filthy," I said. "Accidents. There will be no accidents." But there would be accidents. I could see bodies tense and pressed up against one another, pushed in a forward direction. Energy would push itself out of one body and into the person in front of tJ1em, next to them, behind them. It would leap from skin to skin until no one would remember what stop was their stop, what house WdS tJ1eir house, what memory was their memory. Tense and forward. The railroad car would blur the morning's visuals. Suddenly, the breaking poinL Somebody would sneeze or worse yet, scream and the car would jump its course. Maybe it would stop dead. Either way it would be a long commute. "Do you think about other people? Not everyone believes in what you believe. Not everyone believes that the chaos U1eory is a positive adventure for mankind. Not everyone wants to work toget11er for one great cause." I gmmbled, was cranky, hungry, blood sugar dropped below my knee caps. The most beautiful idea in ilie world and I was jealous.
Memory 1. The most beauti!iii Idea 1i1 the world I sat in the alley to study the bnes of Time's rail system. I sal on Lop ofa couple of stacked pallets Jell over from the Moscow Times mormng delivery. I h;1d pulled d1e crales to the moud1 of the alley and looked out onto d1e smaller grain elevator tl1at T!ine was converting Into an arlisl's commune. Silos turned IiJto lofts, barns turned Jnlo studios. Overhead the power lines attached d1emselves to poles and wdiked each block until they reached the horizon. Granada sniffed the dumpsters.
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