Reality Beach: Issue #1
A not famous person once said “the era of wine and roses is over”. They never read Reality Beach with its floral colors bringing joy to the world.
Dalton Day knows flowers and crying can be wonderful. The two often are related but not by birth by circumstance. Plant life surrounds the lucky individuals that make up humanity. Wind tries to blow it all away, tries to bring relief as it tears flower pedals asunder. Inside a building a moth becomes happy because it has delicious clothing to eat. On the outside a moth can eat things still but it is not the same, not as formal wear. Limbs become a tornado as storms rage within a person letting them try to tear things apart.
Dan Magers drinks nightmares. Nightmares taste like coffee bitter without sugar and cream. The pleasure of this is gained by the soul which understands what purpose fear serves in a life. Sleep tries to keep things focused to ensure that the next waking morning will be easier. Lots of bands play in bars, stalker drinks and nostalgia for times that were never lived. In the present there are things that are funny but they are never fully understood to be funny. Plenty of lies live on the Internet hoping nobody notices them. Imbalance of things, of how things end, this is what modernity is about: destruction like that never imagined before, a living nightmare.
Daniel Warner sees an arm in the wrong place. Nobody wants to see this fewer want to live it. The arms without arms are wolves that try to find a beating heart, one they can steal away to call their own. On the dressers of the world are these wolves, on the mountainsides too. Eyes are quite beautiful in the bedroom where their meaning is less implied and more deeply felt, kept unread at night and read during the day.
Donald Dunbar explains the uselessness of null. The Oracle at Delphi refuses to admit it as it hides dummies in plain sight. Wax glistens in the light as the myths told throughout history come alive. Various toys are put on display a venerable Holy Land built by Rauan Klassnik who teaches to the world with most of the world unaware in the past tense and possibly aware in the future tense. Noise from earlobes tend to result in little ringing, very little ringing. Fondness for the digital is the new noise. Raised by the digital the noise can be comforting in a way. Endless distraction results in nothing worrisome diving deep into the artificial is becoming realer and realer as people continue to chase the dragon hoping for a high from the glossy interaction.
Hopefully your Monday has become more meaningful with this sweet and satisfying tribute to the writers making the world wide web a little wilder.