The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 13
Electricity, meaning: turning night to day by activating tiny suns screwed into ceiling portals or—even weirder—instead of attending a music performance, just drop a needle from a movable, plastic arm onto a black, spinning disk.
Illusion wasn’t conspiratorial, exactly, just… unquestioned. Origin unknown. Was anything real?
There was an organic, physical reality involved in my current, late December world worth considering. At 4000 feet or so above sea level, I was subject to colder, less comfortable conditions than at zero feet. So I stocked up on freeze-dried food, trail mix, water, MSR fuel, and relocated to the foot of a tall mesa five miles off the highway down around Smoke Tree Wash. Way more sun, (the one the planets circled), and less wind.
One day, following the antics of a noisy crow, I found a way up the steep mesa. The view seemed impossible. I could see the curvature of the earth. It occurred to me I might be the only human ever to have stood there. I thought: “It must be a planet like this Sheila’s sister came from.”
“No wonder,” I said out loud, seconds before looking over the edge and seeing far down below three crows pecking wildly at the shell of the North Face.
Hoodwinked. No damage. Warning noted.