quarta-feira, 6 de novembro de 2024

NOWHERE - riders of the lost ark

riders of the lost ark

And so, here we go now, along a muddy road meandering across a huge swamp area, this is, by we I mean, me, Yol, Jaku and Golias, the three you have previously seen fighting/playing music in that encampment under that bridge/platform. And so, by now, each one of us is actually riding some sort of three wheeled bicycle, this is, bicycles with one wheel on the front, two on the back, and some kind of trunk up the rear wheel. And, also, I may say, we are actually on our way to the rubbish/treasure island, this is, Yol and Jaku are actually riding on the front, still playing their instruments, I mean, Yol playing that kind of jelly harmonica, and Jaku, messing with some kind of antenna that sounds like a theremin, and, following in the back of them, it’s me, now looking at the muddy waters on both sides of this road, the ducks gliding on it, and there in the back it’s coming Golias, the singer, riding on the pluto’s tail. And so, about the surroundings, we are actually going across some kind of swamp dotted with various patchworks of reeds, this is, the so-called canna indica, commonly known as Indian shot… plus bulrush or reedmace or cattail, and bladderwort, the azolla caroliniana, and many kinds of lilies gliding through these turbulent waters. And thus, here we go, I mean, along this path we continue for some more hours, and then, here I go, already speeding up my pedaling in order to join those on the front, I mean Yol and Jaku, still playing their instruments, this is, Yol, still blowing on that jelly harmonica from time to time, and Jaku, still messing up with that strange antenna now and then, producing this continuous shrinking noise with many kinds of interferences. And so, here I go, now joining them on the front, this is, making some percussion noises on the loose pieces of my bicycle while trotting some kind of melody, and there in the back, falling further and further behind, from time to time, we can still hear Golias ringing the many bell installed on his bicycle frame, and so, as it goes, at some point, we are actually no more following along that winding road, but now advancing through kind of causeway, a beaten mud path, I mean, a natural bridge, this is, a bank with water on both sides, and so, along this bank we follow during some hours more, and as we advance, the smell in the air is actually getting more and more viscous, and the humming of frogs in the middle of the surrounding ponds actually becoming deeper and hollower, and, from time to time, fat snakes are actually appearing dead on the sides of the road, and then, there it is… shrouded in smoke, there it is, the thing we have come in reach, the so-called treasure inland, on our front now, apparently, not so far away… and, as we advance, then, some kind of pervasive smells gets more and more evident, this is, various chemical aromas… and, this is, after crossing different curtains of smoke, as it goes, we can already see the heaps of rubbish all around, some higher than others, and also, some piles of scrap metal, heaps of gravel and rotten wood, and in the middle of all that, we also can envisage a couple of dry trees with some kind of colorful fruits etc. And so, as soon as we reach the end of this cuseway, me and my brothers are actually dismounting from our biycicles, and then, pushing them through the heaps of rubbish and debris… and so, further, as we advance through this scrappy paisaje, my brothers are already moving away to the sides, looking for stuff, I mean, already filling the trolleys of their bicycles with different kind of gadjets, and me, as I can’t really advance with this bicycle attached to my body, I leave it here/there, somewhere, and there I go, waddling through the heaps of trash, and then, as it goes, it gets really difficult to breathe here, and so, at some point, I even have to cover my nose with a rag in order to endure this ambience… And so, in this fashion I continue, digging and digging around through the heaps of rubbish and trash, on the prowl of what I don’t know… and then, somehow, inexplicably, I manage to reach what looks to be the center of this inland, and well, I call it the center coz it’s here that, actually, I find this rubish castle, a castle actually surrounded by a small garden with very lush and lustrous trees and some shrubs, and so, as I go through it, here, I can finally remove the rag from my nose and breath, and then, as it goes, I even come to a small pool in the middle of a quaint garden, and so, there I go, already advancing in the direction of this same pool, where I go to wash my hands and dirty face… and so, while I refresh up, unexpectely, some kind of blue fruits even falls down from a tree on my side, and, well, I pick one, but… I decide not to eat it right away, this is, I just put it in one of my pockets. And then, there I go, already looking for this castle's entrance, but, I can’t easily find it, this is, I can see many kinds of doors and gates with different sizes and formats, but all of them seem to be part of the wall, and so, I can't really understand which ones are actually detachable… until that, finally, it happens that, I manage to get in through some kind of window, and then, as I land inside, the owner of this rubbish mansion is already appearing, looking at me, this is, the owner is actually a middle aged woman with some kind of freaky smile, smudged lips and frizzy hair, wearing a plain dress with several colorful badges attached to it. And, well, as she looks at me inquisitive, apparently, I say my name in this language I created along the road, and she, well, she also says something I can't really understand, but I hear the translation inside my head, and so, my head actually says that she is saying something like “Make yourself at home, and no worries… I was already waiting for you”; and so, “oh” I say, and then there we go, already getting on the move, this is, in the meanwhile she takes me through a series of different rooms with curtained walls and as we go though, I even see that the ceilings here and there are actually covered with broken umbrellas and keyfobs hanging from the rods. And then, further, as we get inside some room with its walls lined with fur, she makes me sit on some sofa with some kind of hippopotamus format, while she, well, she just sits on my front, in some kind of armchair with tiger rugs attached to it, and then, as it goes, she even offers me some kind of wine with dates inside that taste like licorice… and thus, then, as I drink it, I look around and think to myself… “Well, here I am now, inside this rubbish castle, in the middle of this treasure island that turned out to be more a rubbish island than a treasure island, and, what about the treasure, should I go and look for it, or, is it the treasure this castle here? And, am I already inside of it? Or, is the treasure this lady here at my front, or, is this liquorice I’m actually drinking now the treasure itself?” And so, as I think about all this, again, she also says something I can't really understand, but, again, I can hear the translations of what she just said inside my head, and so, what my head actually tells me this: “Do not worries, relax, and nevermind about treasures… I know very well who you are… this is, I know very well why you are here, and, I may also say, that, I know more about what you are than you may know about yourself!” and now, outside my head, as I keep hearing her drowsy voice, as it goes, I'm getting more and more tired and then… it didn't take long for me to get into some kind of sound sleep, this is, apparently, what I was really needing, and so, what would happen after this, I can't really tell.

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