Today's Look at Control and Destruction

Just another day out and about and doing my job as An Object of Curiosity. And this is what I saw:

Though I have few reservations--or, perhaps, too many--I went ahead and entered, as I saw no one about and, as I know The Apparatus sees me anyway, anywhere, anytime anyway. And with that logic in mind, I entered and saw this:

Why, it was only another exercise in control and containment.

Certainly nothing new or exclusive to this place.

But perhaps this was a special containment/control display for the enjoyment of The Elites only . . . Oh well, I guess I should consider myself fortunate . . .


So, I left that spot and on I went, ignoring the side-eyed stares of the locals and the non-stares of those who drive on by and perhaps the knowing glances of my fellow renditioned prisoners.

And I saw this:

Destruction.

Which is another form of control, if not exactly containment. (Though the destruction is being contained by metal fencing!)

Perhaps this was a dwelling belonging to--or rather, used as housing for--one of the prisoner class, the disappeared and dispossessed (like myself) and he, her, they fell afoul of The Apparatus and this was the result: destruction!

I do not know.

All I know is that I had to keep moving, have to, must continue to circle and circle and go back, forth, back, jump around like a knight on a chessboard and circle vulturelike some more (but on the ground). It makes no sense, I know. I make no sense. I know that too . . . But I kept going until nightfall and then I photographed this:

And this:

Illuminated metallic statuary that depicts a cage-like metal net on twisted metal poles--WOW!--and secretive poorly lit tunnels leading to some mentally dangerous area within the limits of this mentally dangerous city.

Make of it what you will--or--of what you dare!


1957, no more to report,

Goodbye from Soybean Island