Friday, April 3, 2015

Seafoam Paper - A Word Triptych

This has been an exhausting first week back. Lots of stuff to juggle. I honestly don't have enough energy left to write real things, so let's play a game.


Random generators, come to my rescue:

My results: seafoam green, "paper"

I think I would like to come up with a triptych of situations that incorporate these two elements.


On heavy rotation this week:

Haunt - Bastille.


There is no paper in the underwater university. Nor have the powers that be decided that carving tablets can be wasted on undergraduates, and so the instruction is all verbal and the students must memorize facts. Lectures are not repeated, and so when the students review for exams and study together, the meaning is often distorted. These distortions, when repeated by a sufficient number of students in their final exams, may even confuse the professors, who then subconsciously shade their next class to the interpretation put forth by students.

So do facts erode.


The foam froths against the sea and leaves behind pearls. Not of water: real pearls. For somewhere beyond the shore a thousand oysters have died, leaving their insides open to be plucked, and their treasures, priceless when beheld one at a time, have become just an uneasy seething mass, white and purple and bruise-colored, marbles on the shore.

Someone will write a dissertation about this, will catalog every pearl, itemized and photographed and labeled in sample jars. That someone will also awaken in the middle of the night, eyes fixed on the open window where curtains blow in, and stare in horror at the great white pearl of the moon.


The artist sat at their bench to paint the ocean, and mixed a perfect shade of seafoam green. Mesmerized by the color, they tried to recreate the mix, but each successive iteration was not the same as the first. This shade became a quest, an obsession, and soon they had given up all--money, status, wealth, health--in pursuit of that goal.

They never succeeded, and perished starving and alone in a cave on a hill. Years later, a lone hiker at night came across the bones: and in the moonlight, they seemed to glow a perfect, eternal shade of green.


These turned out kind of dark. But I've been listening to a lot of sad music this week (see above), because it helps me chill when I am tired.

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