Have U Seen My Whale #5
The Whale at this point has been all over the world. Judging by Livia Franchini’s artwork the whale has gone underground. While the whale’s owners stand up tall to the merry Christmas tree, the whale swims in hot magma. For the whale loves the whole Earth even the demonic entities at the Earth’s core. Sans demonic entities there would be no reason to be good: being good would be completely meaningless. Can anyone even own a whale? Or is the question more of an absurd statement like how the whale swims freely amongst the ocean’s wonderful creatures. It is hard to say.
Socrates Adams-Florou begins by recanting the tale of a lovely robot. This is a gentle story about a self-aware robot. Without imperfections the robot has little reason to exist. Monotony is better handled by the robot than by any living creature. Repetition happens over and over again until these little changes, small instances convince it to doing something a bit different. The bit different becomes a lot different becomes something beautiful. This is the purpose of life.
Grace Millard knows the birds try so hard. Lifting humans from the inside or outside is tough work even for the biggest birds. People stand on Grace’s retinas. She notices it. She is okay with it. To stand on somebody’s retinas is to truly understand a person. Men fall down from the sky on overcast days. This is the weather pattern known as ‘raining men’.
Ananta Prayitno sees them in the city as they are in the hills. Once two people really know each other they begin to see each other in street corners, restaurants, hear their voices in overcrowded restaurants and love songs on the radio. This is known as ‘caring about another person’ and it is a good thing. Cities can be so cold. Ananta’s autobiography suggests that patio furniture should be kept away from him at all times. Bring Ananta onto a patio and he’s ready to fuck up that umbrella-adorned table. Fortune cookies are the hipsters of the cookie world. Fortune cookies say everything ironically.
Jean Hui Ng enters a chat room of despair. Unlike usual chat rooms this one is specifically created for despair instead of simply becoming a place of despair. Despite the attempts to console there remain certain sticky elements. Medical insurance helps with depression. People without medical insurance are generally doomed. Poverty and depression go hand in hand and reinforce each other in a vicious feedback loop.
I’m here! Hurray!
Paige Gresty celebrates the spirit of Christmas. Whilst exploring a beautiful Christmas display she is visited by the ghost of Christmas future. The future is bleak. That’s how it is for most people around Christmas time. Shopping doesn’t ease the pain. With shopping the pain is disguised and transmogrified into consumer goods.
Kevin Pinner recalls tragedy. Tragedy involves acid and black bean patties. Normal tragedies lack comfort. Only time heals. Once one gets far enough from the event it normalizes, stabilizes. This is part of the aging process how the hurt recedes. Yes Kevin knows who will die. He learned it from the doctors and imparts this knowledge for maximum effect. Kevin rents a helicopter and jumps into the sea. Yep this is a normal part of growing up.
Blare Coughlin fails to feel anything. Sadly she lost her nerve endings in the great war of poets. Now she writes what she feels on the inside. Emotions boil up to the top. Later once her emotions are at full boil Blare will cook some delicious pasta. Progressive haircuts make no sense. Why do people even cut their hair if it is just going to grow again? It seems futile to keep on cutting it, like fighting a never ending battle against dead cells. She wears a skeleton to a Goth party. Leave it to Goth kids to try and destroy civilization. Goths did a pretty good job sacking Rome; they could probably sack a couple major cities easily.
Livia Franchini reads an important magazine to help spice up her life. Supermarket magazines are the spice of life. They always have tips to do things: how to spice up sex, spice up love, spice up spice, spice up the car smell, spice up movie night, and the best one ‘Spice up Any Bathroom’. Both of them transform into delicious food.
Part II will begin in a mere moment. The poets, the searchers of whale language, continue unabated.