After the Blue (A story of Friendship and Survival in parts) Part 1: Nicole Laughed

In the striped Light of the Sun.

Light was once Blue. That I am one of the last who remember The Blue Lights pushes me to preserve the memory of that time. The time before now, when the Blue Light reigned and wisdom slept. For it was in this time that I encountered the True Light. Through the woman who lead me through the Dark of the True Light after the Blue. NICOLE. Who’s lack of Blue and strength in the True made her the embodiment of the True, and hers the Path through Blue to True. Who LAUGHED and saved my life.

Nicole first acknowledged me with a LAUGH. As well she should, and I deserved, having LOUDLY CURSED a sudden yet inevitable betrayal, as my easy-up tent fell about my head, capturing me within its silky, billowing folds of white and blue nylon.

How apt my predicament! How her blonde hair shone as I emerged blinking into the True Light, from my encasing in the False and Blue. Nicole rightly accused me of plagiarizing a line from an ill-starred fiction of the Blue Times, which had treated with the subject of the fire of flies.

I was unconscious of the significance of the moment. But she had seen into my soul, and perhaps she saw the SPARK of the True Light in my eyes, so long darkened by the Blue. So many fictions, so many earnest reports, so many thumbs, so many narratives, as of the fire of flies, the trekking of stars, and WES ANDERSON. Worst of all, my own creations on the Screens of Blue. I felt ashamed.

And then I saw! A drunken camper nearby had started a fight! A man was bleeding and protecting a young woman, the object of a love triangle, I supposed. The camp manager subdued the drunken man with skillful and minimal force. Truly his Kung Fu was on point. Soon police arrived and arrested the drunken man.

I had seen this without the Blue Light! I immediately suspected that Nicole had called this scene forth from the True Light, so that I could see. And I LAUGHED! Just as she had done to me. Truly, life in the True Light was more true than anything called from the Blue! And this Nicole showed to me.

And so it was for many month’s passing. I would pitch my tent by Nicole and her consort, and I would see wonders!  For they would MAKE MUSIC ISSUE from stringed instruments and from their mouths, and not from the Blue Lights, not even Spotify.

Soon we learned to MAKE LAUGHTER from the True together. We fished often, and while I never saw her catch one, I knew she only waited for the Truest and most tremendous of fish. She left me the others to encourage my learning the Path of the True.

When forced indoors, she would visit me to encourage the making of art. And REMINDED ME WITHOUT WORD that one should set out the food one makes for visitors, and other gentle arts of the True Light world.

But just as I began to see and value the True Light through her, the Blue Lights came between us. We SPOKE ONLY IN SILENCE through the blue blurbs on the Blue Screens. The True had forsaken the world, and there was a GREAT NOISE of ORANGE, and then the Blue Lights went out. We will never know why because the Blue was suddenly gone. No screen lit our faces and nights, and the only light of day was the sun; and of the night, the moon and the trekking stars, and the fire of flies. But no Wes Anderson.

Plunged into the Light of the True, however dark it may be, my one hope for Salvation lie in Nicole, in the living of the True Light and the Path. Her consort, JOE, was cool too.

And so my life in Truth began, with my consort (STAN, who was handy and cool too) and my loyal friend, the canine ABBESS OF ROADS.

So begins the tale of my struggle, survival and eventual mastery of the world of the True Light, by the Grace of the one named Nicole. Who LAUGHED and saved my life.

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