Alien Landscape

Pan

seletar was surprisingly intangible and surreal despite the distant squeals of minahs and mats fishing for sick water-dwellers. all that linked me to that place were F's intermittent chatter, the cool of trees and the patient rain. i sat by the edge of the water with him and whistled a wail from a carefully chosen blade of grass; my grandmother taught me that long ago. the wail was a trembling highnote, heavy with woe. you cannot imagine it unless you heard it yourself. i felt like Pan himself, blowing on my blade and occasionally touching my thigh, almost expecting fur. there we were, a couple of Pan-like satyrs, wailing across the waters to the satellite dishes across. i saw those gigantic abominations turn sadly to us, i did. they transmitted our spell all over the world. all needless transmissions ceased and were replaced by our soft piercing grass-wails. doubt many heard it.
Posted by NHJ 4/18/2005 08:58:00 pm

Monday, April 18, 2005