The face of an ape from outer space
stares at me from a glass window in a metal door.
We dream of man-eating squids from the stars.
Do the squids in their flowing aquatic depths
a thousand light-years away
imagine the bipeds who serve them up at restaurant tables
fried into calamari rings?
Ah……
Alien is alien only because it is not familiar.
Alien is food only because its objections are not familiar.
The apes from outer space will eat the world some day.
The above reads remarkably like a schizophrenic rant, a comparison I can draw because I recently read a book – Soon She Will Be Gone by John Farris (?) that featured the text of emails written by a schizophrenic character. That book, by the way, struck me as having certain touches of the cheap romance novel, such as an attractive female protagonist with an exotic name and bits of unnecessarily maudlin description, such as “The light of the setting sun glanced beautifully off her rich red hair” – not the exact wording, but close enough.
Fortunately, it was a thriller of reasonable but not great quality. Something suitable for passing the time without particularly engaging me but also without making me puke blood, in other words.
Back to the schizophrenic rant – it started with the phrase “the face of an ape from outer space” that occurred to me while I was staring through my reflection in a MRT door on the way to work. (I still hate my job. I can’t wait to get out of here at the end of the month.) The rest followed without much inspiration.
I treat this blog like a monologue
Soliloquy to the World Wide Web and its
worldly annoyances like pop-up ads and its
unworldly strangenesses like sites on the power of Marduk’s name
Luckily, there is no audience.
The train of thought following that random phrase led me back to Alterstar, simply because the Farris book was part of a batch of novels I randomly borrowed from the library, and in that same batch was a great action thriller which made me think of my little fantasy city.
And thinking of Alterstar reminded me that Yahoo! Geocities is closing down, and the new design I was patching together for my long-neglected Geocities homepage will now be useless because I’ll have to port the content here or to a Google-hosted page – neither of which allows custom design unless I pay for it.
Since I don’t have a credit card (a consequence of the lousy pay in the job I’m leaving), I have no means of paying. End of discussion. Exit the ape from outer space, stage boredom, for no more reason than that the train of thought ended.
I treat this blog like a monologue, but I have nothing better to do.
