There. Glad to get that out of the way. I have no idea what the photo and caption mean, but it makes the locals smile. I suppose it could make you feel good about visiting this wretched place, or more to the point, make the inhabitants feel good about themselves through such an association. Nevertheless, in my position as An Object of Curiosity, I sometimes take pictures that please the populace. They are of the kitschy variety, as you might expect. I try to give them captions which only adds to their insipid value. But there you go . . . I try to keep The Apparatus happy, satisfied, at arms length and, hopefully, fooled. I want to lull them into the belief that I am a subdued captive of this island. Of course, I plot my escape--or at least dream of it--every single day, if not every hour.
Anyway, on to less important matters:
Soybean Island City. Though it is not the capital, it is the economic hub of this island nation. It is where The Apparatus resides, where their nefarious handiwork is the most profound. But, I'm getting a little off point. Excuse me . . . I live in Soybean Island City. I am not downtown yet not all that far from it. I live in a Apparatus-run apartment--live alone--in a decent if not beautiful neighborhood. There are few "bad" places on the island or in the city; there is little crime on Soybean Island (I suppose you can credit The Apparatus for that--though there are no doubt extensive levels of corruption among The Elite, though I will never be privy to such machinations), so I am safe as all the other "residents" are safe. Okay, time for a photo--Soybean Island City at night:
And here's another:
Perhaps I should mention, once again, how judicious I have to be with images, about how careful I must be with what I reveal. The Apparatus pays great and detailed attention to images. I am pretty much free to write as I wish (though that too must be carefully considered--one never knows what can happen) but with images, if I reveal too much of the island, about the island and its many secrets, I could end up in Stalag Ranville. Sorry, these photos are the best I can do for now.
Maybe this is a bit better:
Then again, maybe not . . .
I will try to reveal more about Soybean Island City, as well as other communities and the University. I will try to communicate to the outside world what really goes on in this self-determination-forsaken place.
I will leave you with a view of a sunrise, because everyone likes a sunrise. Even I, who have little hope.
Perhaps more depressing than uplifting? Such is life on Soybean Island . . . So, until next time:
Goodbye from Soybean Island,
#1957
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