13 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work Found in a Corked Bottle While Beachcombing on the Edge of The Pacific Ocean
The sand here has gotten into our clocks and ground the gears to a halt. If you have picked this up you now know we don’t know where we are or how long we’ve been here. Picture a classic cartoon. One palm tree. The sun high overhead. Crates of shoes broken open on the shore. Power factions vying for control. Our island demarcated with lines in the sand. Election promises. People wearing rags. Many speeches concerning a bright future. Dire warnings of bad news. A call for foreign aid to help us over the difficult transition. Secret plans for communication.