Ahoy! The joy of one arm waving entirely out the window at sixty-seven miles-per-hour on a summer day in Sumner.
Summer said if she could only return to Sumer then she would really know how to write with a stick and clay tablets, damp clay tablets–and if only there were places to dry those damp tablets–where it was hot for days on end to bake the living words into the annals of permanent history. Rosetta said what would you do with all the ink and papyrus left over after the fire in the library of Alexandria consumed the ins and outs of recorded history. Summer said but information is conserved across massive conflagrations, and that will be proven in two millennia.
Rosetta said roll that window up, the AC just turned on. Summer smiled the smile of righteous entropy with glowing enthusiasm and watched the wayside flowers fade.
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A ray of sunshine in my cloudy day! Thank you 😊
What a wonderfully whimsical, brain-sparkling piece — playful, mythic, and mischievously philosophical all at once. The dance between Summer and Rosetta feels like time itself arguing with memory, history flirting with entropy. And that final image of the flowers fading as the AC clicks on? Just chef’s kiss. A tiny moment turned cosmic.
Nice read brother. Morning
What a wonderful read. 🙂
Love the idea of using Ulysses as a writing prompt. Well done!