Viewpoint 2 is angled a little to the right so you can see
better. In the little space between it and the taupe foamy board,
I’ve crammed a lot of information, most new and some old; a
few old bits with a new twist.
Sometimes I’ve thrown away things that I should have kept,
and a lot of the times I’ve kept what I would never need,
just for the comfort of knowing I had it.
I have to clean it out by tomorrow morning. The new guy’s
coming, and I can’t just hand him a complete mess. I plan to
pull it out in one big heap and recycle it in the big blue bin that
says “No Newspapers.” But as I’m reaching in,
things keep catching my eye.
Balloons!
A little farther back is a funny little blue dress with a white
apron, a black hair bow and buckle shoes to match. I put it all on
and chase Peter Rabbit until I fall into Kerckhoff Hall.
As I’m falling I pass Tarzan making speeches, students
with shopping baskets, and a group singing, “This Village is
my Village.” Down I fall onto a heap of papers, into a place
with a lot of doors but no windows.
After turning some corners, I reach the smallest hallway, where
there is a large coffee mug with a label around it, saying
“DRINK ME,” printed in BureauGrotesque. I drink it.
Suddenly I can’t reach out my arms without hitting walls, so
I push them back. Much better!
I hear the trumpeting of a few yells. In a little while a grand
procession passes me, with the King and Queen in the lead, the
first bouncing a tennis ball.
How curious! I follow them into a room with a large table, where
they are all crowded at one end. I sit. “Off with their
heads!” the King and Queen yell, while we play musical chairs
with words flying across the table.
When I get back to the smallest hallway, I meet Assistant-Dee
and Assistant-Dum fighting about cutting inches faster.
Trying to resolve the problem, I declare we’ll finish by 4
o’clock. They both grin at each other.
“Time won’t do a thing you ask!” Assistant-Dee
said. “It hasn’t since we finished ahead of Time last
week!” continued Assistant-Dum.
None of this makes any sense, but it all strikes me as very
important.
This is all a bit too much for me, so I search for something to
keep me full until we’re done. There are some snacks in Copy;
they don’t say “EAT ME,” but I do. Now I’m
too full, bursting with all these facts. It makes me tired, so I
stretch out on a few chairs.
I wake up outside in the grass and the sun. It’s tomorrow
morning already, and reality grins at me as it reappears.
The space is now empty but not blank ““ there are some
stains on surfaces and floors here and there. They’ll be
there for a long while after we’re all gone.
Viewpoint too.
Find Hashem under a tree dreaming of penguins.