Archives for 2017

They talked about passwords.

The blue cat sat astride the Ferrari fender, lighting a cigarette made of licorice – that was the first attempt.

But a message popped up saying this was too long to be a password and that a legitimate password had to contain at least three ideas from the list.

This was the list:
-An animal
-A color
-A mood
-A school of thought in psychology
-The name of a famous Pre-Raphaelite artist
-A 1970’s band with at least 6 members

We trust them with all the security angles and governing access to the universal secrets of prehistoric wisdom.

Fortunately, a gaggle of teenagers were busy buying chocolate online, while creating instant-vanish avatars to amaze their friends. This was a welcome distraction.

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Some days

Brightest green we’d seen.

They sat on green cushions on a green carpet.

Someone asked for red.

Two people ran outside and returned moments later with a tray full of red.

Saffron robes and yellow jeans were everywhere. The houses were a fine violet verging on royal purple bleached by the sun. 

Inside a seashell a conference could be heard, it was one that happened hundreds of year ago.

Now we are ready for the paving stones of tomorrow. 

Baby steps.

Bonus.

That’s what they want.

Every minute, well really every second if you can see it, a bonus thing lands for you.

Something extra, over and above what you were expecting.

Sometimes a thread of fluorescent vermillion and on occasion a rainbow. 

Treasures and gilded memory in the making.

Behind the forest, in the valley, below the mountains, next to the river, was a small house, inside a much larger one.

This habit of building houses inside houses had grown up during a time of strange government taxation policies….not worth explaining, but those who have dealt with the history of taxation around the world will not be surprised.

The water in the river was crystal clear and looked quite drinkable,

The land was fertile and lush with herbs, crops, fruit trees and wildlife.

Life in the cities was equally tranquil and idyllic – a very different type of city life and experience, unusual you might think. And then, you might imagine….how this could be!

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Economy of scale in black and white.

Tunes and tones

Salt and pepper

The sour rhymes of vinegar in chives

We have fruit

We have yoghurt

Cherry dear