Of Ghoulies and World Order

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From Ghoulies and Ghosties, Long-Leggitie Beasties . . . 

                                                                              

(Part 30)

  Nor could he keep himself from asking, "Why?"


(Continued tomorrow.)


And my commentary . . .

Yeah, probably he wouldn't.  But for the story to work, the question has to be asked.  

Thirty sentences into the story, only three things have happened:  The pale man appeared.  He announced that the monsters were leaving.  And then he said that they were bringing Kenny along.  Everything else was to establish time-space-mood.  To make it a story.

You can read all of the story to date here.

And up above . . . 

Great video, huh?  I love those guys.  

Some years ago, bopping through Manhattan carrying an impala skull (the skull itself was in a handmade cardboard box but the antlers stuck out and the very tips were in little tiny cardboard boxes so that the whole thing looked like a sculpture by Dali), I discovered that it was possible to make New Yorkers stop and gawk, if only briefly.  But it's not easy.

So what I like best about the video is all the Manhattanites walking past without a second glance, and the very small number of them who were willing to stop for a second and acknowledge the inherent strangeness of life.  Only a miniscule fraction of those who might ever have been born ever get the chance to acknowledge this . . . and most of us never do.
 

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