I finally held auditions for the serpent derby I'll be hosting along the Great Wall of China this fall. It's been a vision of mine forever. Now, I'm going to Make It Happen! 1000 snakes.
During our interview process, I asked all sorts of big and important questions. If the moon is made of cheese, what kind is it? Do you believe it's unintegral for the reindeer at Christmas to casually ignore that they have to go to the bathroom just before launch? Do you feel synthetic fibers leech delight from the soul? What do you think about String Theory? Is betrayal a bad word?
The snakes didn't seem to care about any of this. They just wanted to start the race already.
After a quick snack of Do It My Way Pie, which I've been making since childhood, I began drawing out the lanes along a portion of wall. It took me twelve hundred hours, but finally I was ready for them. By then, the snakes had all fallen asleep, a large cooling pile in the center of the wall. It didn't seem right to wake them. We'll try again tomorrow.
I wish it hadn't rained. Now I have to wait for the path to dry and draw the lines again. Or maybe, I can let go of the idea of the lanes. Maybe I can...
What shall we have for breakfast? I see a Receptivity tree loaded with fruit, on the other side of the river, but how do I get off this high sided, thick ass wall? I guess I'll have to JUMP. Jump really far, fly all the way over these washed out, imaginary lines.
For My Sunshine, Paolo
