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On gravity
I heard that at Confusion Hill they built a device that can generate gravity. There's this swirling hurricane of electrons drifting over the surface, and particles rising upward, and the attractive force emerges from the center. They cut down a tree and found European history inside of it. Aliens crash-landed and left their engine running.Later that day, I drove to Portland to meet up with some people. In Eureka everything became faded and horizontal, and then I followed the Smith River, which was impossibly clear and vertical, and then things became clouded with Oregonian dust. For an hour or two everything was burned. I passed another gravity machine, and bought the cheap gas from a casino.
That night, we went to a bar called the Lutz and had a round of chocolate pudding, and the morning before I was 600 miles away, but those miles were clustered around and spread out as though something pulled them in different directions, and I wasn't tracing a line, but connecting a series of points together like a constellation.
When I was a kid, I listened to a cassette tape called Star Theater that told the stories of constellations. It came with a plastic globe that projected the night sky onto the ceiling. A long time ago, the sky was a mirror whose reflection was more true than reality.
In Oregon I met someone with a tattoo of a cloud of points, concentrated in concentric rings. A nexus of matter and energy that radiates outward, recollecting and redispersing itself. Never is anything created or destroyed. She said that the most interesting kind of motion is between two phenomena: time and space.