#219 / 2011 Winter Albuquerque: Dreaming

NOVEMBER 15

#219

I must confess I had entreated Joe to come again to visit. And he did:

We are in a small auditorium with a large panoramic bank of windows situated close to the ceiling. Joe and I are looking out this long slash of ground level glass. The base of this building seems to be underground quite a few feet and we are situated in this large room with carpeted aisles and different levels of desks with computers and large monitor screens. It looks like a TV production facility somewhat. We are alone.

Joe and I are on separate corners of the room. As we gaze out these windows it is quite apparent that an entire city population is evacuating. A long silhouette of vehicles ribbons across the horizon. Of course I start complaining. “I really wish we were going with all those people.”

But Joe is emphatic that he has no intention of going anywhere; we are safe where we are. And in fact there is this bunker-like feel to the room, all the commotion seems far removed from us. Plus I get the impression Joe has work to do in this place and he is reluctant to leave his responsibility.

So I gaze up again at all the chaos and realize how tranquil we are, staying put. So I acquiesce, feeling safe.

Fade to black.

And that is all I have left to report. I have come to the end of my adventures with Beatlick Joe.