Dynastically Dining.

I enter the estate, greeted in gold flowing dresses by two young girls. Their hands in prayer position, yet the typical bow symbolic in Japanese cultures, yet draped wrists with gold and lacquered green bells and upright heads. Red and green adorations intertwined within the gold. Their hair pinned primly up with the common decorative gold band embracing their large locks. The earrings giving their face exactly the correct amount of adornment to even out the bursting gold clothing, and illuminating their bronzed colored faces. Candles delicately flicker all around, and one can smell the hint of bananas drenched in honey. Beyond the main entrance and wooden screen I venture, where I am beheld by two more greeters, smaller in nature, but just as ordained as the first. Plants and palms surround, giving fresh oxygen to my senses. And orchids float on water everywhere you look. This in itself is a simple delectation of the occasion, as orchids are that of pleasurable flowers to me. I gleefully took the invitation, by my friend China and another acquaintance (one of my kind, a mermaid with a prized tail of black, red, and yellow), and followed along the hallway past more wooden screens.


Out of a painted window, half clothed children are at play and the older ones playful in flirting. Boys in bottom tunics, and young girls with typical design of cloth gracing their left shoulders. Another window displays a busy water gathering well, where the female natives retrieve this element in buckets with poles draped over there bare naked right shoulders. I pass another painted window and glanced to see a very pretty lady of stature sitting in a garden on a dock, with her hand wistfully dangling in the waters below, green foliage flourishing in abundance around her. There are other windows along the walls, and I wondered what they revealed in beauty and about this society. But I did not have time to see, as the king and queen awaited at the far end of court. They sat side by side in gold thrones and gold decor, the queen's clothing covering her right shoulder – unique to the common person's dress. I sit to dine in a golden palace. To dine on royal porcelain from the kingdom, decorated in a fashion of colors truly the description of eye candy – golds of course, aquamarine, red, teal, purples, and a hint of yellow highlighting. And Buddha watches from above in the alcoves lighted.

(1 Week Ago)

3 Of Us, Last Day In Wait.

I am always last to leave. Not by choice, but by profession. Out and in, yes, but I am the last one out. I go up those same dark grey marble stairs, olive drab green rucksack swung neatly around my curved waist. This being the second time to glance down at those stairs, and the last. Hopefully, that is. Strategically, it will be the last. I speed up my step, and out into the open air retreating into the background once again. We 3 will not meet up again until a later date, after all has been worked out accordingly. Snart det skal bli helgen.

Within The Art Lies The World.

The place I was once before...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBKbNXIZEzw&NR=1
(Robinson Crusoe - The Art Of Noise)

The ruins that surround.
The art that lies within.

I sat now in the dust in the basin of a once-been living quarter - oh why does most of society automatically assume it was a room to decipher some greater meaning, some ritualistic shrine for some unkown, or should i say unknowing deity! My khaki shorts dusted and the journal laid out before me, nearly matching the color of the natural flooring. As the light measurements concluded, this room with the remnants of its window sills, would only allow light in to the room during the sunlight hours, and no light when dark. Hmmm, how odd to think that this placement might not actually be a sacred hole in the house, but an actual sleeping chamber - sarcasm.

The question of the century, all archaeologists with an artistic background find themselves asking, is "why is it that the motifs, murals, and frescoes depict faceless non-intricate cut out paper persons in deep colors of the era that existed?" Was civilization at its best a mere attribute to art in the forms of expression, of realism? Surely this is the fallacy, hidden deep within statues and monument monolithics... perfection carved of marble, sandstone... So why did these figures on paper and walls show a very different reality than the 3-dimensional counterparts?

The ruins that surround.
The art that lies within.

The world as we know it is very deceiving. As I paged through that journal, you know the one - what others believed as scientific babble from the mad scientist, my father. Yes this leather bound, weathered, tattered page chronicle of what others describe as scribble with just a hint of scientific known theory. But as stated before, I have been trained by that man of knowledge and know the underlying vestiges, and know not to rely on the hidden... but looking to the obvious.

I got up without the use of arms, instead putting them to good use brushing myself and clothes off. I need some fresh open air, and a cup of coffee. I had previously left my rucksack, with coffee thermos in tote, a ways back - at the twin towering tops. As I traced my steps with meditation gait towards my caffeine, I saw the atmosphere was a bit hazy and decided to look up towards the beaming circular starlight. Amazing, my eyesight must be developing based on the knowledge that was now being revealed to me. I could not only see the entire diameter of the halo, but the crescent peaks to the east and west. They were that of rainbow in color, just not as potent. I thought back to my overall original question about the art and decided to go back to the main hallway, the hallway of the dawning of the prototype. There was something here, luring me... I must have overlooked something else, even though the hidden meaning brought me to another place through flight of fancy. Yes, I recall now... the obvious. What was so obvious about these motifs? What had I overlooked? The mere fact that the ruins are so grand and so 3-dimensional, yet the art is all completely flat...

The ruins that surround.
The art that lies within.

The machine which allowed a most stellar journey from science and pure imagination, based on archaic drawings, had already lead me to the simplest of explanations. Building in such grand resolve was because these people's physical world was in the obviously stated design...
2-dimensional.

3 Of Us, 2 Days Remain.

I walk down the busy road, looking up to clear skies and starlight. Tis a good thing to have continuous fine weather and sun lit days, especially during this time of waiting.... 2 days.

Among this busy time period, the reprieve would most certainly be what surrounds. What one sees, feels, smells.... The weather, the atmosphere brings me back.... the sun remains high in the sky and brings me back to the place I was once before....

The Guitar.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7804427435195773399

(The Guitar - They Might Be Giants)


It was locked in a room along with something that belonged to me. I saw you walking with it originally, as we walked down together to the building that now had our belongings. It was night time now that we had returned, and there was no way to locate the person with the key who had locked the door, which behind sat our items. I could not see it, or hadn't seen it - yet you possessed it. It was wrapped in brown paper, and faceted with string. There was a label on it, as if it was going somewhere or coming. The label was black and white, and the only legible thing on it was the word "blue", all in lower case letters. I knew it was a guitar, your guitar. I even thought with the addressed word, it could very well be a blue one - but the picture in my mind's eye lead me to an off color of the shade. It was imperative to retrieve your guitar. I, on the other hand, was not so much pressed for my personal item, as I could return at a later convenience. But yours, the guitar, a symbolic part of self was imperative as the journey was not yet finished.

(March 2, 2009)

3 Of Us, 3 Days Remain.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0kp-FjpdGA
(The Lovers Are Losing - Keane)

We hurried down the staircase, black and olive drab bags in the correct positions hugging our bodies. The three of us, duly noting everything in every direction as we softly hit each step with our passing black dust hinted shoes. Dressed in normal fashion, so no one would suspect. Into the main building, past the guards, turn right, then down the corridor...

Ah, this is the room. All access and entry has been verified, and the halls stood clear from any onlookers' eyes. The privacy to work out this task is much needed. Snart det skal bli fredag.

In this line of work, you have very little time to assess and think of your next plan, along with every possible outcome. Therefore, it becomes easier with a group. The three of us chosen for very separate reasons. I am a most complimented female - attractive and very capable of anything I do. My duty here is specific, as are the others - my two male colleagues. Together we have to obtain this goal, and live the moment. And most of all we work well as a team, as is most important in any job of this nature.


Our little jaunt down and inside, has so far turned out well. We will not know for sure if our mission is complete until three days.

Until then...
We get some sleep, and wait.

Occam's Razor.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NYwXSNZLpQ
(Know How - Kings Of Convenience)

Entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem
"Entities must not be multiplied beyond necessity"

Therefore,
one should not increase,
beyond what is necessary,
the number of entities required to explain anything.