Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Culpa Number Four - The Underground Swimming Pool

I met an unconventional beauty at the entrance to the underground swimming pool.

The swimming itself was quite strange: narrow troughs cut into the cement and covered with institutional tile.

I am unsure if I really met an unconventional beauty at the entrance to the pool or somewhere else in the fourth culpa.

Perhaps it is just wishful thinking: perhaps I was actually alone in the underground swimming pool.

The dream agents seem to take on different characteristics more and more often.

I never know what I am going to run into anymore though it almost always feels like something from the distant past of my childhood.


What People Are Saying About the Plaza of the Mind

...[Plaza of the Mind] impressed me in its magnificent weirdness...this sorta je ne sais quoi that you find in interesting art... ...I mean that purely as a compliment!

Stefene Russell

Plaza of the Mind is a clinamen away from the holeopathic replay by the Android Meme of the old perceptual agon of electrically-programmed youth confronting the Gutenbergian Establishment. Irresistible Force meets Immovable Object.

Bob Dobbs