Though the prisoners on Soybean Island are a multicultural lot, the local population tend to be of the pale and Christian persuasion. Religion, however--much like other institutions here--is but a shadow play to the true master.
Nonetheless, certain holidays are observed.
The one coming up often involves boxes:
Soybean Island style, anyway . . .
And what comes in these militaristic-looking steel gift boxes?
A doll?
(Strange and somewhat disturbing ones, yes.)
Or some healthy fruit and vegetables?
(Not very likely!)
Or an inspirational quote?
(From an inspirational non-Christian--also not very likely.)
Hmm . . .
Maybe inside the box could be the lost teeth of a Soybean Island Snail?
(How absurd!)
Could it be simply a metal post?
(They are very fond of posts here, as well as sticks with colored ribbons attached to them: A great gift idea!)
Ah, but none of that is very likely here. More likely would be to get a nice bucket of electronic surveillance. A gift that's really more about the giver than the receiver . . . But perhaps that surveillance will come in a somewhat crucifix form at this time of year:
One never knows . . .
But really, what does it matter?
Here, upon this cold island, we all live in a box. We are all boxed in. We all box each other into smaller boxes within the box of the island itself. We all live within the box of the spinning sphere within the box of the galaxy within the box of the big bang of all boxes. And who will open us? For whom are we a gift for ? ? ?
Shall we never know?
Well, here is my unboxed gift for you, dear non-rescuer non-reader:
Some utterly pointless photos!
Enjoy!
And you're welcome!
And for me? A gift photo for my lonesome self?
This:
What a dangerous picture to post. What a torturous photo for me. And yet, it fills me with hope and futuristic desire and concrete unplanned plans and it is about the only gift I can expect at this moment within the cosmic box we all find ourselves within.
Yes.
Oneninefiveseven:
Goodbye from Soybean Island
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