The Bicameral Eyeball
from Quick Question (2012)
No one noticed that it was midnight out. The tools to make the tools were forthcoming. It wasn’t so much that we were afraid of farting as that other thieves had gotten wind of his maladdress. She was startling in her new headdress. Oodles of trolls performed the funeral litany— hey, it wasn’t their turn at the fo’c’sle, so why be perturbed ahead of time, and too late? The factory whistle blew and released all the workers inside who came crowding down along the pavement. As though walking on stilts people blew up in amazement like pieces of trash a wind desultorily lifts, then returns for no visible reason. We were all tired and happy, plodders on life’s great thoroughfare. None of us were in it for the long haul, but paradoxically all of us were, we just didn’t know it yet. But when I looked over at her I could see why they meant sadness, not from any bereavement, but growing like a stem in otherwise barren ground. Oh, sure, there was plenty of majolica on buffets in those days, chafing dishes with lids to be lifted and then put back again. There were mild pools in the woods far from any stream, and ant-size buggies patrolling the slopes. Good thing for you it was too. That they were there. Or just on the threshold of being, like a dream. I told you not to be a gnat about things, that sooner or later worrying would grow up to become part of experience. It was just that you seemed to believe me when I wasn’t being especially serious. That and the tens of revolutions to come. I say, shall we go inside? The combination of rain and sunshine always finds me defeated, and then other causes come along, seeking attribution. Meanwhile if he matriculates in one to ten years, who’s to say I’m not stodgy either? It was all we could do, her and I, to keep from laughing at his strife. Meanwhile the fire burned bright. The maids grew petulant. But I don’t care, really, none of us could as long as time brings up the rear, placing a napkin, folded just so, over the era and whatever it thought it was up to. Now doesn’t that make a lot of sense?