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Abandoned Doll Factory in Spain
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Found
- Hits: 1936
Now, not particularly a treasure in the conventional sense, yet I'd find lots here to pilfer - a mixed media and design paradise, evocative, somehow, of the Brothers Quay....
Lead into Gold
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 2385
Twilight and I'm on a ladder high above the jungle canopy, rope ladder with missing rungs, clambering down towards the trees...
I'm with a physicist, she's going to show me what she's built, this device that converts, atom by atom, lead into gold...
this ladder, precariously swinging so high above the earth, connected somewhere above to a branch, and a large silver ball bearing, hexagon of other bearings around it, she's explaining that the device fires electrons towards it at high speeds, completing them, transmuting them as it were...
Mercury filled tables
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 1775
The dining room is strangely quiet, despite the large number of patrons. We've placed in the center of the tables, beneath the tablecloths, basins filled with mercury, the vapors calm the customers, we can hardly hear them...
And if we heat the basins they will all be poisoned....
I've eaten cat, you know...
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Conversations
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"I've eaten cat, you know....In the Philippines...." The dishwasher's telling me, he's Filipino, I'm getting him to collect scraps of chicken and veal from the tables to feed my cats. He's asked about them, and I'm getting an idea of where the conversation is going....
I don't know what started, it, my collecting of scraps for my cat, of my various insensitive accusations of the things they would find edible. I'm not very culturally sensitive.
"It's good. Very good. Not so good in Canada....they feed them different, better food, more sweet...."
"Where did you get cat n Canada?" I ask, I have my suspicions...
He thinks for a second, he's nice, but not so bright...."I didn't, I meant, they feed them different here, not so good...."
"Are you out trapping cats?" I ask him. Every ethnic stereotype coming true....
"No, no, I don't eat cat in Canada..." he denies it. I don't believe him. Maybe not regularly, but I'll bet he's tried it, otherwise how would he know?
I think of my cats, the one, a Thanksgiving Turkey, the other, a fine muff for the hands and a plump chicken....I really shouldn't, my daughter would never forgive me, and I might have some moral qualms myself...Still, I'll need to have them looked after before Alaska....
"You should see my cats..."....I begin..."1 as fat as a Turkey....so fat....maybe Thanksgiving I bring him in for you...". He laughs. I won't, but for a moment the thought amuses me.
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