Odd impressions that weren't really free-form associations. All of these are actual places I've been, even if I don't remember them entirely acurately.
Deep green marble floor. A door to the cellar with glass panes. You could see right down to where the stairwell curved, somewhat in the dark, but covered with matching green carpet not found in other homes.
Running down the corridor in the dark and triping over construction equipment. The little blue flame a momentary curious spot in the distance, then the inferno of a jet engine. Superheated air on concrete, complete with billowing wave of pressure. Pushing us out the end of the incomplete structure onto the muddy earth below.
Walking over the mountains. We hiked here, maybe 40 miles. Nice view of green canopy over ancient montains. Shadows of clouds lumbered over the grassy lawn of giants.
In this place, sitting, cold brown linoleum on shorts-bare legs. Eating packed lunch. No dust. No electricity. No lights but the sun in the door which was slowly setting. No refridgerator hum.
Looming plactic projection screen. Smell of thousands of school science trips. Giant plastic trackball with kids jumping on the buttons. A teletype. A video card. CP/M. In the giftshop, buying a book. In the back seat of the car, punching giant toothpicks through holes in small clear rubber rings to make a beachball.
Trapped in the space between the bed and the wood panel wall. Orange shag everything and not a thought to modernity. Picture frames sculpted of shells and laquer and a cross made of catfish bone. Small brass lamp. No TV. No phone. Plastic grass patio.
A cabin. Walls of wood and outside, bears. Thick grilled steak and a b-b gun. Radio plays Electric Blue three, maybe four times. Uncomfortable rustic couch grows on you.
Hot. Close. Wood. The smell of gasoline and oil. Grass seed and fertilizer. Dirty unshaded window lets in light. Dust motes floating, sticking. The broken heavy snowblower blade nearly eats a bare foot. A step ladder takes up too much room.
In the hallway, talking about water buffalo. The smell of marijuana and vomit and beer and flammable female hair care. Too heavy to move. For him, too solid to walk through, though he tries. Take a ride in the Volkswagen to get some air.
