Torpor: Hollywood Pizza Dreamtime Vacuity


Sunday, February 24, 2002 9:12 PM.

This is not the place you hoped it would be.
Was it ever that place? Did it really happen?
Is this even pizza?
What can we hope for when pizza is involved, really?
We seek comfort. We seek company.
We seek the closure of a pie, even a failed one. We fail.
This is not pizza. This is not home.
There are shadows here, burned in by a slow florescent fire.
There was an opening here, once, a passage through.
But this is not your dream architecture. This is not pizza.
You must trace your own maps. You must cut your own pie.
You look at me like I’m the weirdo. Like I’m the asshole.
Look. This is not my pizza. This is not even pizza.
Were you not listening to me?
This was a passage between.
And you are late.

Turris Babel

kircher turrisbabel

Q: About how high was tower of babel?

The Tower of Babel was built by Keebler elves. As a tree-dwelling race, they were unfamiliar with the stone and feathers used by the Tribes. The kept trying to build towers out of twigs and pastry, which did not work very well at all.

Eventually, in one last valiant effort to appease their masters, the elves built a tower out of soft-bake cookies. To their elvish eyes, it was a mighty monolith! By human measure, it was about nine feet tall.

The King was disappointed at the sight of this mushy cookie stack, and he kicked it over with a sullen sweep of his royal foot. In the retelling of the elves — which became the Pentateuch — the tower was struck down by bolts from Heaven. (Elves tend to exaggerate…)

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