May 29, 2024
Burt Back-Rack went to college for the first time. He was admitted. He was encouraged to always arrive early.
I swear that he’d been forced to conform. He was brimming with enormous potential. He’d been siloed, just like the rest of us.
Burt arrived to class.
“Where can I hear music that I actually enjoy?” He asked the prof.
“I know what you mean! So much of what we hear is sooooo dull and soft and melancholy!”
“So you know what I’m saying,” replied Burt.
The professor removed a carrot from his ass and waddled towards the blackboard. He began scribbling mathematics on the wall.
The sky became dark. The classroom was cold and grey. The students had long disappeared. They’d gone to work, to pay their rent.
Burt stood near the back off the room. He watched the professor scribble against the black board.
“You heard of Fantano?” Screamed the professor.
“Fanta?” Burt asked, cupping his hand to his ears.
“Fantano, you friend of fools!” Spat the prof. “I mean, the energy of the man. Not even the man himself, but the archetype. The frequency!”
“Oh FanTANO,” muttered Burt. “He makes videos for the internet, ya?”
“That energy is captured by oil interests,” continued the prof, as he ran towards the window. “Did it anyone follow you to class this morning?”
“Yes,” replied Burt. “I’m constantly being monitored.”
The sky was orange. The sun was beginning to rise. So still was the earth.
Trains full of hims, hers, and theys shot towards the city centre. Burt was headed the opposite direction. His train bounced quickly towards the suburbs.
The sun had fully risen by the time Burt emerged from beneath the earth. The sidewalks were cold and bland. At least it was familiar, he thought. It brought back memories of being a young man.
Now his dick hung to his knees. His soul was counting down the days until it could reincarnate. It was such a boxed in planet.
Burt walked towards a ravine. It was beautiful. Grassy slopes rolled deep down into the darkness. Elk, bison and cattle roamed freely. An old bridge connected both sides. Burt descended into the bowels of the natural world.
A meditating yogi sat atop a rocky outcrop. He felt a negativity approach him. He responded with kindness and compassion. He became a sphere of warm, red plasma.
The orb floated through the wind. Burt witnessed the phenomenon. He was somehow changed.