Monday, May 07, 2007


"I've known you all my life," the girl declared into the Sun, a meaningful smile glazing the words. Her sentiments rose like steaming vapor into the air and melted in the sunlight. The Sun was strangely intense in the last minutes before the dusk, but heard, nevertheless.

"And so many have forgotten," the Sun whispered with words that glowed warmth onto her legs, tanning them instantly. There wasn't often time to converse. The massive sphere went about a "daily" routine, spewing rays into infinity, while the globes of the Universal realm orbited and spun perpetually, hoping to catch the emanating breaths with every aspect of their geographical contours.

She continued her adoring smile straight into the glowing body with eyes immune to the intense glare: "I will not forget."

"You are worthy to be cherished," the Sun breathed in response with sizzling licks that felt grand on her bare limbs.

In the early days of human existence the Sun was all-encompassing. It was God and Goddess alike. Before the dawn of language its daily journey was the one expression that all understood. Universal and Archetypal. But now? Demysticized century after century, and finally with the arrival of technology, the Sun felt impotent and eclipsed. There was so much more to compete with - Internet - Playstations - Reality Shows. No one cared about a burning orb crossing the heavens from an Eastern point in the horizon to some obscure destination in the West. The daytime omnipresence no longer overwhelmed, was no longer a part of primal perception.

She read these thoughts in the waning rays cast upon her. "I will change all that," she stated boldly, above her ability to know how stunning her presence would be when she left that hidden alcove of the long-distance bus that carried her. The holy tan of her skin and the Sun-like glow of her disposition would charm those who had forsaken the memory of Ra, of Helios, of Amaterasu, and all the other names of Sol.

"Yes you will, my child," spoke the Sun while the land beneath slipped away into the jurisdiction and influence of the Nocturnal. "You are my offspring, and I give you the night!" And then the Sun was gone. A fading glow lingered on the Western horizon, the Sun still trying to meet her eyes. The bus, her birthplace into instant womanhood, vanished into the night, ever closer to its destination.

Story #391

This photo appears with kind permission from Myca Angel, a fotolog.com user in Chile, with two very [lovely] [pages] of photography accompanied by her passionate texts written in Spanish. Anyone who would like is invited to contribute a spontaneous story inspired by the above image.

Here is another story written to a photo by Myca Angel: Story #400.

53 comments:

Anonymous said...

You know I'm not much of a story writer but it brings to a ride on the ferris wheel at dusk.

Anonymous said...

:o there I am… jeje thank you very much, that photography also I adore it, it express much to my to seem, thanks reason why beams, fascinate your page to me and the diversities that can be found

Indeterminacy said...

Cooper: You're very good at telling true stories! In fact, you're the best.

Myca: Thank you so much for the sentiment - it was very kind of you to share your photo with me/us.

Mushroom said...

One should always pick up their feet and look out behind them to see where they've been. That's the only real way to know that one is moving forward toward the future. If you're on the right track in your life, you see golden sunlight bathing the places where you have been.

Enemy of the Republic said...

Don't laugh, but I had a dream about your blog last night. So here I am. I shall be more faithful to you my friend. Clearly my unconscious is on your side.

Indeterminacy said...

Enemy: You poor gal. I'm usually the only one who has nightmares about my blog. I hope you do better tonight!

Mush: Afraid to look at what you wrote until I finish my story...

Anonymous said...

Heading East on Highway 666, I picked up a hitch-hiker named Bobby McGee. We let the sun set behind us and headed for the sunrise ahead, but I can't really tell you what happened in between.

Thanks for the inspiration, Mushroom.

Hobbes said...

Myca missed her legs of course, but they had to be sent off. Lloyds of London insisted on reevaluating her insurance policy once she had been diagnosed with Restless Leg Syndrome.

Hobbes said...

They are lovely photos. Wish I could understand Spanish better.

Indeterminacy said...

It's a shame Mrs. Weirsdo! Who told you to major in Ingles? You could be reading Cervantes and Jorge Luis Borges in the original Spanish now...

Well, so could I, if I had kept up my college Spanish. :-(

Doug The Una said...
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Doug The Una said...

Un nuevo mundo abra en frente de Mercedes. El mundo viejo conducas un autobus atras. "Saltar o montar," ella se pregunta.

Anonymous said...

Three night 'n day I on hi-way to 'n fro. Just dream of girl like she here. I smell piss her pants just like she really here side me. I see her side road, just like dream. I stop. We ride three day 'n night. I smell piss her pants just like dream. I bury her side road. Three more night 'n day cops stop me. Cops take me. I pace to 'n fro. Only three more night 'n day for me.

Anonymous said...

Doug gave Dusty Doggy the inspiration.

Doug The Una said...

Thanks, Lammy. It's always been my goal to inspire a journalist. Now I can really hide the bodies.

Anonymous said...

As a photographer, I should have known better. We were riding along the highway one morning when I took this shot of the blinding sun and road ahead of us. Or so I thought. Because as I lifted the print out of the fixer bath, the mistake became clear. Morning was evening, front windshield rear, left side right, forward reverse. My life started to play backwards in mirror image to the instant I took that shot, then forward again in an endless loop along a neverending stretch of road, the error eternal. Never stick a negative in the enlarger upside down.

Joey Fanelli said...

Home was never a place for me, it was a state of emotional fulfillment, of mental bliss. In my younger years, I often hit the road, without notice, for weeks at a time to try and search for this emotional fulfillment, which I often found in the strangest places, in this case, stranded on the side of some Ohio freeway, dosing off to the sweet lullaby of passing cars and trucks.

Anonymous said...

Yummy. These will be so delicious rolled in the Colonel's Secret Recipe.

Diane Dehler said...

Good luck with your upgrade and "back it up." I am looking forward to seeing what your imagination will come up with.

Russell CJ Duffy said...

she had the legs men dreamt of. creamy. silken. a shine like summer.
a taste like fresh sin from satan's dinner plate.
who said that the first sin was woman? what half wit thought of that?
centre of the universe more like. the reason breath is drawn and passions are committed to paper, prose, poetry, music and art.
and it was those legs, those sculptured shapes that said it all.
never before could he remember, not even in some drunken stupor when everything bad pales to distant places and a haze of gentle warmth embraces thoughts and feelings, having seen such exquisite calves and ankles. like architecture that defied the laws of nature and reason. a journey of flesh that rose from the pinkest of feet to the toned thighs of divine imagination.
such thoughts, such sublime thoughts. take a photo he thought. capture those works of art and keep them locked away for ever. preserve the moment before age defeats the process of memory forever.

Anonymous said...

Wow! That was fabulous, Cocaine Jesus! Makes me want to take my clothes off and run naked in the rain!

Cie Cheesemeister said...

"Well, I've gone and done it and there's no turning back now."
This I heard myself saying as I looked in my crystal ball and saw myself returning to the Southwest, where I last lived at the age of 10.

Tom & Icy said...

Poor Cheesemeister. If that is the sunset in the picture, she will end up in Arkansas.

Diane Dehler said...

Has it gotten strange in here yet? :)

Diane Dehler said...

Indie, I have been dipping into some of your archives. Your space reflects the quality of creativity put into its design. It's an inspiration.

Hobbes said...

Happy birthday, Lenny!

Diane Dehler said...

Indie,
Have a special time with your family.


"Meanwhile, we are headed down the road and I know that the turn off to highway #1 is close. I told myself I would never go looking for them, but here I am. I have no idea what I will say if I do find them, but the need to search... Well, I woke up last week and it was just there. It was so compelling that I quit my job, gave up my apartment, put my cell in my pocket, packed two skirts, a pair of jeans, my laptop and my copy of the collected poems of Yves Bonnefoy. Poetry is always my first line of defense.

Orlando Rubio said...

Hello what a beautiful articles in your blog. But do you think it is consider as public viewing article?

Mutha said...

Happy Birthday to your boy! My older turns ten next month. It is a trip!
Baseball has begun! Fenway opener today and the wind chill was 27 this morning. Little League started last Saturday. How bout you?

Sorry--- this has nothing to do with the picture. Maybe the feet belong to someone who is dreaming about her son turning ten and how beaseball is a nonlinear sport.

Frances bo bancess said...

It's a rare thing to come across real life that reminds you of a dream, instead of a dream that somewhat relates to real life. Quite enlightening and uplifting. Especially when it's not the dream in which the mould in the fridge starts talking to you.

Happy birthday to your son Indie! My Mum once said that her kids' birthdays make her feel older than her own birthday does, i hope you don't feel too old. because being old and feeling old are too very differnt things...

Anonymous said...

Yoo Hoo

ha ha

Take your time

Doug is bad. I knew it.

Youneed to get away from the likes of him.

Can't wait for your return.

Anonymous said...

hey indie...just wanted to let you know i have started up a new blog with a new name...and i would love it if you could stop on by. this is meander by the way...

Diane Dehler said...

Hi Indy,
I just stopped to visit and supposedly I am getting my computer back tomorrow with every file I deleted in the last year.

Diane Dehler said...

Hi Indy,
Stopped by for a visit and to see what is new. I didn't have good luck with my files but now have an external hard drive so it won't ever happen again. Take care

princessdominique said...

Just stopping through to say hello!

Diane Dehler said...

Hi Indie,
Hope you are enjoying your vacation. I enjoyed the photos you linked of Darkwiccan.

Doug The Una said...

Why, that's right around the corner.

Hobbes said...

Wow, great job, Cocaine Jesus. *clap clap clap.*

Anonymous said...

Lamy: Lay off the Woolite.

Diane Dehler said...

Hi Indie,
Hurray, I recouped 70% of my lost files. I expect you will be back pretty soon and brimming with new blog energy. Everyone needs a break sometimes.

Indeterminacy said...

Princess Haiku, I'm glad of the good news I hope the irreplaceable ones are in the 70%. I'm surprised myself how long I haven't written anything. But I have been exercising my creativity through photography - my mother brought a digital camera for us from the states, so I've been delving into that for the last weeks. Maybe I'll even start a photo blog, or use some of my photos here (though I don't like to do that - it isn't as random anymore).

Indeterminacy said...

Mushroom: That's a lovely impression. Withme I htink soimetimes the golden sunlight was the fire of the bridges that I burnt behind.

Enemy of the Republic: I have to be more faithful to all my readers, and not leave them hanging like I have.

Lammy: I got a sense of something perpetual about that bus ride too. I like what you wrote.

Weirsdo: Everytime I hear footsteps in the night I will wonder if they are Myca's legs. I wish my Spanish was better - at least it was better 20 years ago, though never good enough to converse with someone. Nice of you to remember my son's birthday!

Doug: show off! I bet you used a bablefish! They are wonderful legs, whatever they do.

Dusty Doggy: I guess we need stronger leash laws.

Ian: Wow! I love your story - what a nightmare to find yourself living your life backwards.

Joey Fanelli: It's a nice tribute to my home state of Ohio, but I never would have thought of it. Thanks for contributing!

Jeffery Dahmer: Some legs are finger licking good, but that doesn't mean you have to eat them.

Princess Haiku: I hope my story was worth the wait. If not, I'll try to keep the wait down to a more equitable level.

Cocaine Jesus: I'm awed and stunned at the poetry of what you wrote. Thank you so much for sharing your inspirations.

Cheesemeister: You must be trying to escape from Ohio.

The OE: Thanks for your visit - my apologies for answering this comment at such a late date.

Princess Haiku: Thank you for all the nice comments - I never really thought of myself as being especially creative, though I was aware that I had a bizarre sense of humor. Your story is so compelling, I want to do exactly what you described, though I would probably leave out packing the two skirts and go for four black Levis instead.

Mutha: I'm going to have to write you about baseball. Our season started too, about the time of your post. I'm taking lots of pictures of the games. Thanks also for the birthday wishes.

Frances bo Bancess: You're right, there's a dreamlike quality to the picture, and it makes me think of dreams I'd like to have.

Cooper: I hope you didn't mind waiting a whole month!

Andromeda: I saw your comment so late - I stopped by today, and will be back again and again and again...

Princess Dominique: And hello to you too!

Hobbes and Brttney: I agree with both of you.

Doug The Una said...

I wonder if she had a similar conversation with the moon, that tramp.

Great story as always and welcome back.

Indeterminacy said...

She would never run off with the moon! Not behind the sun's back!

Thanks for the compliment and welcome back.

Tom & Icy said...

Fascinating story. The rest seems to have refreshed you. It was fun reading your stories again.

Enemy of the Republic said...

I know I can't this week.

Anonymous said...

What can I say.. you're stores are absolutly amazing. :D well worth the wait of course! Hope you ahd a wonderful time on your extended break from story-posting.

ps flork page is alien queen now.. :)

Indeterminacy said...

Tom&Icy: Thank - I feel rested - definitely I was getting that creative itch to do something anything. This was one of my 3 AM stories, when I wasn't thinking critically anymore.

Enemy: OK, how about this weekend ;-)

Colored Clouds: Thank you - I had a wonderful time together with my family. Also many things are afoot. So life is definitely interesting at the moment. It makes me happy to know that such creative persons enjoy my stories.

Anonymous said...

That was wonderful and worth the wait. Not what I expected at all.

It has been a long time, so here is to hoping the next sabbatical in not so lengthy.

Hobbes said...

Nice, Indie. A postmodern Danae.

Indeterminacy said...

Cooper: Thank you - I was carrying several completely different stories in my head until finally writing this one. I was surprised too what came out.
-and-
OK, I take the hint.

Hobbes: I hope I don't get sued. That stuff is all in the public domain, right?

TLP said...

Love the photo!

Indeterminacy said...

I think the photo is the best part of the story!