Goodbye From Soybean Island: Myth, Art, Future

I still find time to wander. I have time to wander. I have time and I wander. Much like this paragraph, things are repetitious.

So, I try to find the public artwork here on the island:

even if it is not truly "public", nor exactly "art":

but rather a diversion and an attempt to block thoughts of the future.

There is no past, there is no future. But there is not some ersatz Zen Culture here on Soybean Island. No. More like a daily willful ignorance. Yet I, yes I, me, do have a past and tell myself (convincingly or nay) that I have a future:

Anyway: Art, Future.

Now: Myth.

I have heard tell that there is another town on the island. Yes. On the far reaches of the eastern shore--well, not on the shore--is a place called Dustmitetown.

In my official capacity as Director of Directions for the City of Cornana, I have heard reference to Dustmitetown and have seen references to Dustmitetown written in invisible ink.

Much like how I found proof of Stalag Ranville's existence, I am thinking of looking for the existence of Dustmitetown. We shall see.

At least it will be a break from the circular repetition of my daily draining existence.

Perhaps I can find a leafy place to sit?