Into The Fields

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The times are very strange right now. It seems that everyone is now beyond having a mere inkling of it. What will happen to us, no one can tell. The powers that be are doing much more than just being there for doing what it is that they are there to do, now. Of course we all know this. I was trying

 

 

 

Into The Fields

 

 

The times are very strange right now. It seems that everyone is now beyond having a mere inkling of it. What will happen to us, no one can tell. The powers that be are doing much more than just being there for doing what it is that they are there to do, now. Of course we all know this. I was trying to relate a story about someone, but now I forget whom. It doesn't really matter. That's not a position I would have taken just one year ago. It would have mattered to me; a certain moral dimension would have made me want to make a real effort to remember who it was about. Now not. My moral dimension is more comforting now in that regard, at least; and I don't see anything terribly wrong or immoral about it. In fact my present attitude is an attitude that defies indifference. I don't believe in myths, I mean the myths of Greek paradoxes, like Oedipus, for example. I believe in the faery myths of Jennifer, those are stories, and local things here. But no, I mean the Myths that we think out of ourselves like monstrous egotists. These are really terrible. They've gotten man into every corner he's ever been caught in: Myth. Lie. Not this time.

Sam Jackson came up to me the other day and said ‘You don't really believe that story about the kids making a movie on that ridge and the ghosts and stuff do you?' I was sorry to tell Sam that I had no reason not to believe it; the case had been laid out pretty clearly, and as of now there was no way to explain these happenings in the mountains on that film field trip that those youngsters had made.

Sam was always gracious. A real good man. But he didn't believe it. He said, 'Regardless.' We shook hands as usual and went on our ways in town. Yes, this was in town. It wasn't out in the corn fields flickering gold.

Next week Sam and I bumped into each other again, on the main street as before. He trotted over to me kicking the dust a bit with his boots, and he said, ‘About that film and those kids.' 'Yeah?' I said, giving my ears to him. 'Well, I've been spending not a lot, but a little time in the library. Seems there's an old myth that pretty uncannily resembles the story of those kids. For these parts here, too.' 'Any witnesses or testimonies or like documentation from newspapers or anything?' I asked. 'Yes,' Sam said. 'About fifty years ago. Not that long. The books aren't even that old. There's some academics in there too that had things to say, and a lot of footnotes. You know it all looked like a lot more than folklore to me. And I talked to some of the old people around here and they had it down in their orals, you know. Like a myth that had taken hold. These old folks had seen some of the reportage of the film-kids thing on the TV but they told me they already knew about the thing, because it had happened before. Close on the same month to when some newspaper articles came out. Like I said about fifty years ago.'

'Well, Sam, that is interesting. Like I said, I haven't seen anything that can explain what was verified to have happened by the police on this recent case. So there's a precedent, it seems. That you found. Did you tell the police about it?'

'No,' said Sam, 'No use in that. It's still just a myth. All of those people from fifty years ago as far as I can tell are dead or else just too old. It is a good myth though. Might be true.'

'I think you are using really good judgment about this, Sam.'

'Not much choice. People've gotta get on with things in this life. Regardless.' 'Regardless,' I said.

 

I decided that I would take a long walk through the corn fields stopping on my way home later.

I wish I could tell it better. Bots would have been disappointed; maybe he's watching and so he is disappointed. But I always did my best for Bots. I discarded a lot for him. Someone had to do it. Bots is like the world that the world could never understand. On the way home I stopped. I looked out into the corn fields. In cold blood.

 

 

 

 

 

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