Bellobruto Return

Although I now have housing in Cornana—The Apparatus approved housing, that is—I am still able to make it back to Soybean Island City now and then. And when I do, I still wander my way to Lake Bellobruto.



Why, exactly, is a different question.

No doubt left over from my Stockholm Syndrome affliction, this affection for an oblong oval of dirty water is strange. But then again, what is not strange in this place?





But for whatever reason, I find a certain placidity or comfort or level of acceptable revulsion when I visit beautiful Lake Bellobruto. Anyway, there are still discoveries to be made and perhaps that is why I return.

Or, because I'm sad and lonely.

Anyway: What's this?



Some type of pointless wooden post rating system? If so, this one did not even score one point!

And this?



Ah. Now that I am a member of the Trustee Class, I can recognize the needs of the Prisoner Class. Sympathies.

And here?





Yes, trees continue to be mutilated and massacred here on the island. Alas.

And then there were these:








Odd, skid like markings in the asphalt. Perhaps represenational artworks? Modern day mini-sized semi-geoglyphic markings (alá the Nazca Lines in a very imaginary and inconsistent manner) made by the infamous Eye-Nye-Habs?

Could this be? And if so, why?

But really—knowing the Eye-Nye-Hab descendants—Why not?

Indeed.

And there you have it. Boredom as a way of life, as the pinnacle of existence here on Soybean Island.

1 9 5 7, over and out,

Goodbye from Soybean Island