codenamewanderlust: (Sky)
There’s a portal to Puerto Rico 
by the back door 
my Tío tells me 
 
And I understand
 
If you stand just so 
while it is raining 
he says, 
leaning against the open metal grate 
 
The door-frame becomes the inbetween 
Between here and there
 
I don’t tell him about the portal to Faerie
under the wash-line and how I keep loosing clothes pins
 
Instead,
I have been drifting 
I tell him 
and I know he understands
 
Even though he has been getting lost
somewhere between taking flight 
and making plans
 
He knows I've dedicated my life 
to pure adventure for a long time

I am someplace always 
Inbetween
  
Time is currency 
That I invest in experience 
 
And I have little to spare 
and too much to die for
 
Giving meaning to the passage of years
Those magical numbers:
2019, 2012, 1999…
The Autumn of 2011 
seems like a lifetime ago
Tramping the streets of New Orleans 
 
Decades now 
of standing in open doorways
 
Of planting port-keys 
among the memories 

The accumulation of possessions 
and possessions 
and possessions

As if by some means to anchor myself
to some moment in time and space
  
Flipping through the bookcase of memory 
Like Matthew McConaughey
On the interstellar highway
  
The fluorescent thrum of the incarnate motorway
transports me beyond the boundaries of time
 
Without leaving my bed
 
codenamewanderlust: (Sky)
Singularity
 
She hadn't heard from User51 in weeks. Meta4 kept the burner phone with his last number in it. She had circulated their hashtags on all of the usual places. She’d agreed when he wanted go.
 
It was only a side quest, he'd said, an easter egg.
 
She had tried to find her own access point after he hadn't returned. Her only clue was "Apogee." She’d found it on a sticker in the 4th stall of the women’s restroom in the bus station in Someplace, Nevada. 
 
It was like trying to do a jigsaw puzzle while not knowing if you even had all the pieces. 
 
Apogee was also the name on the highest score of the Addams Family pinball machine in Toledo, Nowhere. Above the name GoSting. That was the same night she’d smoked her last joint and solved Time Cube theory but couldn't quite remember it the next day. Stuck with this sense of deja-vu and feeling like a fixed point on a map between her feet and the sky. Above and Below. An exponent in a world of sleeping NPCs.
 
Do you still believe in it all? U had asked her once when they had retreated into the matrix, found a loophole in the code and stayed for almost a month in an unoccupied cabin in Thisplace, North Carolina. They’d read excerpts of all the books they were each carrying and left them all behind when they left.
 
U called it poetic terrorism. Like the weekend they stayed in a condo in St.Louis,Somewhere while the rich old couple who owned the place were out of the country. U hacked into the guys on-line gambling account and convinced her it was karma when she won big money on her first try. They only dumped half into their own pay-pal account before U wiped away the rest of their digital footprints.
 
I was in the honeymoon of my life… Meta hums to herself as she hangs string of lights over a fairly clean mattress she had found and pushed up against a wall in the empty 2nd floor office where she was currently squatting. 
 
She’d also found an old sewing machine in a storage closet and it was on the floor next to an old microwave. The place still had power but no water. She reaches for one of the gallons she carried all the way from the gas station gasping as an automatic reflex makes her rear back, then she laughs at herself and the tiny light bulb of the old sewing machine, the familiar texture of something that could cause her pain. Like tall wiry boys in woolen caps with deep southern accents like caramel dripped on apples.
 
She’d broken character at least four times now. Picked up the blue handset of each old coin operated telephones she passed by and spoken into the silence: I’d like to speak to User51, please / User51 can you hear me?/ This is Meta4 calling for User51 / I would like to establish a connection / Please!
 
She dropped dimes and quarters that never came back. Pressed the lever that never caused a dial tone. And one time when she was quite sure she was alone she smashed the receiver against the brassy metal buttons of the numbered keypad repeatedly before hanging it back in it’s cradle, retrieving her pack from the ground and walking away.
 
 
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A/N: This is the continuation of an entry I posted last season:
 
 
I'm not sure if it stands alone but none of my other ideas for the topic this week came together.  I enjoyed revisiting this world anyhow.
 

codenamewanderlust: (a novel by josephine march)

Intersubjectivity
She shoulders her laptop bag and steps into the aisle joining the off boarding line.

When she makes it to the side of the bus she retrieves her pack, checking to be sure Mimzy her stuffed traveling companion is secured to the side, before hoisting the large pack up onto her shoulder and following the crowd into the passenger waiting area inside. She scans the inside of the station noting the restroomsand,the closed for the night food counter.

She checks the clock on the wall and the time on her ticket. She’ll have to wait here for an hour before the next bus north.

She sets her pack on the floor up against the one long bench seatand sits back, sprawls out her legsand stretches her arms.

She reaches into the back pocket of her denim cutoffs and pulls out the worn paper folded in fourths; smooths it out on her knee. It looks like one of those trope movie ransom notes, cut and pasted words in different styles and colors and, she supposes, in a way it sort of was.  It was a map that would lead to the answer. It was more than a game for her it was the only thing she knew.

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codenamewanderlust: (never judge a book by it's cover)
Spoiler Alert:


Peeta spends most of the second half of Mockinjay voluntarily in handcuffs because he’s been brainwashed to kill Katniss and pulling on the handcuffs helps him remember what is real and what is not real and Katniss is totally still trying to save him and even treats the wounds on his wrists but lets him keep them on. Is it weird that I find this sweet?

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