the stage was at one end of a ruined fortress, whose stone walls were built around a long, narrow ridge of a hill in a red, semi arid land
the stage was at one end of a ruined fortress, whose stone walls were built around a long, narrow ridge of a hill in a red, semi arid land
i was exploring the walls. there was a type of plant whose pachycaulous, adventutious roots adhered to the stone blocks. from them grew vines with small, grapelike leaves. the roots on the stone reminded me of the scars on the back of the flogged slave in that famous photo
i got to a point where i could not go further, so i went to descend a steep, loose gravelly slope to the dirt road below, when a long gray limousine pulled up and parked directly beneath me
i couldn't get down without stepping on top of the limo, so i told whoever was inside to move. the limo began to vibrate and sink into the earth, like those snakes that hide under desert sand. i stepped down to the disturbed soil of the road where the car had been