Magical Index
"shards of glass are one thing - but a marble, there's something to feed your dragons on."
Saturday
Niagara Falls
Joel thinks he visited Niagara Falls when he was eight – he remembers the long, sweaty ride in the car, the world’s largest fiberglass crab on the interstate and how sick he got on the last night in the hotel. Really, he only saw the falls on TV when he was eight, remembered driving to Toledo at six, getting sick on that trip and a vivid dream of the crab – which he climbed through a hole in the bottom of and played in, glowing red like the rest of the frame-worked insides, until he woke up. But last November when he visited the falls he was so overcome by the nostalgia of it that I couldn’t tell him it was all an elaborate coalition of rusty neural connections. So we watched the water rend the air and collide with itself in a skyscraper spray before melting together and sliding smoothly down-river. And Joel told me it was just how he remembered it, only smaller. It was smaller – of course – because Joel is just a neural connection in my brain, marveling forever at another, more watery one.
Joel thinks he visited Niagara Falls when he was eight – he remembers the long, sweaty ride in the car, the world’s largest fiberglass crab on the interstate and how sick he got on the last night in the hotel. Really, he only saw the falls on TV when he was eight, remembered driving to Toledo at six, getting sick on that trip and a vivid dream of the crab – which he climbed through a hole in the bottom of and played in, glowing red like the rest of the frame-worked insides, until he woke up. But last November when he visited the falls he was so overcome by the nostalgia of it that I couldn’t tell him it was all an elaborate coalition of rusty neural connections. So we watched the water rend the air and collide with itself in a skyscraper spray before melting together and sliding smoothly down-river. And Joel told me it was just how he remembered it, only smaller. It was smaller – of course – because Joel is just a neural connection in my brain, marveling forever at another, more watery one.
