Leo & Charlie
06.3.2009 Greetings,
We stood deep inside excavated lands. A new planet. High dirt walls bordered by pine, evergreen and blue sky were lined with sharp deep gashes where earth machine teeth had gouged down soft dirt.
Workers harvested soft red clay soil for construction projects and imperial jade tombs at the nearby Chinese university where 15,000 trapped, lonely and bored students struggled to survive in a harmonious society.
Where they mastered the art of eating, sleeping and exploring casual sex hiding from recycled security guards in olive drab green army uniforms. We were at the bottom of a large bottomless pit.
“I have a theory they are spies,” whispered Leo.
“How do you know this theory?” said Charlie the Clown an imaginary friend.
“Because their job is to keep an eye on us. Think about it. We have too any people here and so, to monitor our behavior, attitudes and thinking, they recruit students and teachers to be spies. To be informers.”
“My father was an informer during the Cultural Revolution,” said Leo, a Shining Star.
“Yes, he was a member of the Shining Path Young. This is our new generation, with a new generation of informers and spies. They make good money. They keep their mouth shut and know their place. We don't talk about June 4th. It's the kiss of death."
"Creativity is my meditation," said Charlie. "Don't take it all too seriously. The one who laughs lasts."
Metta.
