A Tale of Two Astronauts

Two astronauts sit on a swing set. The swing set is floating in space. They do not move, except for the general motion of the universe. The astronauts have no purpose, no reason for being. They know they were only created to sit on the swings, and run out of air. They want donuts. Only. Donuts.

There are exactly 27 potato chips caught in a state of eternal quantum flux. They echo through time & space, and are, in fact, every chip anyone has ever eaten. Only one chip has a name. That name is Lou. No one knows which of the 27 chips is Lou. Yet an infinite number of him have been consumed.

There are 37 letters in the English language. 21 consonants, 5 vowels, and 11  assurances. Only when you know the assurances, and the words they create, are you able to understand, and experience downward-rotational time and spherically-edged space.

Everyone is connected. Not by energy but by spiders. They carry our humanity around connecting us to each other. That’s why we have myths about eating them, ingesting our links & rebirthing ourselves in sleep. No eating is needed. Spiders carry us for us. But what we owe them for it is coming. Soon.

Two astronauts sit on a swing set. One is named Lou. He doesn’t know why he wants a potato chip. The other know of the assurances but only knows 2 of them for sure. They are too far to be connected to humanity. Nothing travels to them, or from them. They sit on a swing set. Their air has run out.

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The other night I decided to post some surreal little blobs of fiction on a social media site. After the second I realized there would be five and they would connect, sort of. I don’t know, I was playing. A lot of time writing is playing. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t.

I couldn’t tell you which camp this falls into. Mostly because, I don’t know, these fell out of my head and I was done with them.

I decided to put them here so they could be read, in order, long after the quickness of a site scrolling though a time line where they are already history.

Will any of it lead to anything else? Possibly. Probably not. But maybe.