Pas ce soir, mon chou … Brussels Street Art — Notes from Camelid Country (don’t miss any of them…Gigi)
One of the forces behind Brussels street art is gender equality, urban arts, and hip hop collective, La Belle Hip Hop. They regularly collaborate with PARCOURS Street Art, who have developed and funded the creation of street art routes around the city. I pass one of the pieces by La Belle Hip Hop on the […]Pas ce soir, mon chou … Brussels Street Art — Notes from Camelid Country
The Dragons misted in and out, unable to find comfort in what they had once known.
“Feels wrong,” said Terry’s Dragon. “I’ve lived in him so long, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”
“I feel the same way,” said Sally’s Dragon. “I kind of miss her. She just found peace and happiness with your person and now everything is different.”
“I don’t feel as if I belong in the energy stream any longer, not when I could be helping him.”
“Do you want to check on them?” asked Sally’s Dragon.
“Uh,” said James. “I think something just landed on top of the car.”
“I heard it too,” said Sally.
A Dragon looked into the front window from the roof of the car. Terry swerved a little, but he was used to strange things happening, so it wasn’t that big of a deal.
“Can we come inside the car?” asked the Dragon.
“I don’t know,” said Terry. “Can you? It’s kind of small for a Dragon.”
“Two Dragons, but don’t worry, we’ll manage.”
And then they were misting inside.
“My name is D4,” said Sally’s Dragon. “But you can all call me Four. He’s D7, and you can call him…”
“Seven,” they all yelled.
“Yes,” laughed Four, “that’s right. We came to help. Apparently we aren’t ready to break our bond. I mean, think about it. We’ve been living inside you two for…”
“A long time,” said Terry. “We missed you too, kind of.”
“Oh, good,” said Four. “Then it’s settled.”
“What’s settled?” asked James.
“We’re going to kill all the bad guys. I mean they enslaved us. Took us right out of the ethereal stream. Against our will. We Dragons love revenge and these people crossed the line.”
“What Four is trying to say,” said Seven, is that we are going to fight alongside you.”
“That’s exactly what I said,” grumbled Four.
“No. It’s not.”
“So Dragons aren’t so different from humans, I guess,” said Terry.
“I like cats,” said Four. “Can I hold her?”
Whisper was normally a pretty laid back cat, but she’d been through a lot, the last few days. Missed quite a few naps and petting sessions, so she was feeling a bit cranky. But when Four picked her up, in her misty hands, she felt a shot of power that made her feel a lot stronger and a lot bigger, so she settled in and let Four do whatever she wanted to do with her.
“She likes you,” said Sally.
“She likes power.”
Sally nodded. “Who doesn’t.”
“I should probably tell you that we fried a bunch of people who were tailing you,” said Seven. They went up fast and it was over in no time. They really want to shut you two down. Apparently they’re afraid you’ll start remembering things they blocked. To them, that would be very bad. And before you ask, I can hear what they’re thinking.”
“Good to know,” said Terry. “And thank you.”
“A pleasure, I assure you,” said Seven.
“You two make a good couple,” said Seven. “Your bond with Sally, has made our bond stronger.”
Sally smiled. “That’s nice.”
“Someone is coming up on your left and you need to eliminate him immediately.”
Terry rolled down his window and shot the driver through the head.
“Nice shot,” said Four.
Seven stuck his head out of the window and set the car on fire.
“Nice fire,” said Terry.
“Where are we going?” asked James. “I feel as if we’re driving in circles.”
“We’re almost there,” said Terry.
“What the hell is THAT?” asked James, looking out the front window.
“It’s an energy manifestation,” said Seven.
“Looks misty, but it can kill you,” said Four. “And they have no imagination, as far as I’m concerned. A T-Rex. Really? We’ll be right back.”
Seven and Four faded out of the car and flew in circles around the T-Rex . Both of them were larger than it was. The dinosaur roared, but having very short arms, couldn’t swat at them. Apparently, if you breath enough fire on a T-Rex, you can have a huge BBQ and feed the neighborhood.
“I think they’re going to come at you from the air,” said Four, misting back in the car.
A empty moving van was parked at the curb, the ramp was down, and Terry drove into it. The ramp went up, and the van started moving.
“Nice,” said James. “I feel like we’re in a James Bond movie.”
“It’s lead lined,” said Terry. “They won’t be able to find us. I think it’s time you hypnotized us, James.”
“Who wants to go first?” he said, gleefully, closing his computer.
Photo: Colin Lloyd
Dogs love sticks…they’re like cats that way. You can buy them lots of toys but give a cat a box, or a dog a stick and you have made them both happy.
Photo: Skyler Ewing
Photo: Taiki Ishikawa|
“Tell me about the love of your life,” said Marcy. “I never had that kind of passionate love. I married to get out of the house. He was a couple of years older than I was and I thought he was a good choice. I was wrong.”
“When my mother died, I found my wedding pictures. She cut his face out of every single photo.”
“Smart woman, your mother.”
The laughed and started eating their blueberry pie and ice cream.
“I had two loves of my life.”
“Of course you did,” sighed Marcy. “Why am I not surprised?”
“I was married to the love of my life, in this lifetime.”
“I know that. So, who was the other one?” said Marcy.
“Many years ago, I was in a brand new, tiny, well-lit bookstore.”
“Big surprise,” shorted Marcy.
“The shelving units were very low. Anyone could see over them. Anyway, I was looking at a book, but felt a strong urge to look up. The guy in the next aisle was staring at me. Everything in me immediately reacted to him. I knew him. I loved him. We were happy somewhere. In another lifetime, I guess, but we knew each other. Who knows what the relationship had been, siblings, friends, lovers. Could have been anything, but I was loved him completely.”
“These things never happen to me. Why do these things never happen to me?”
“Because you never go into bookstores, that’s why.”
“Good point. Please continue.”
“He looked as surprised as I felt. We smiled at each other then, still grinning, he looked down, and shook his head, as if what was happening shouldn’t be happening. We stared at each other for a minute or two, smiling and communicating through our expressions, then we nodded at each other and went on our way. I’m not wrong about this, Marcy. It was like seeing someone I loved but hadn’t seen for a very long time. Someone I didn’t realize I even missed.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about him before?”
“I just thought of him today, when a song triggered the memory. Even now, after all these years, just thinking about him, makes me happy.”
“And you never said a word to each other?”
“We didn’t have to.”
“I hate you,” said Marcy, scrapping her plate with her fork. “Reallllllly hate you. I would have tackled him.”
“I’m just glad I got to see him.”
“It’s going to be hard for me to hang out in bookstores, since they’re all gone.”
“You should have told me about bookstores before.”
“I still hate you.”
“I know. It’s okay.”
“Do you still love him?”
“Too bad you don’t know his name.”
“It doesn’t matter. It was just one of those extraordinary moments.”
Another very quick one today, as I am in Somerset at the declaration of a new National Nature Reserve. I have drafted up this post yesterday evening so that I can participate in Thursday doors (going above and beyond). These doors are some more street art doors, all of which have been posted on my […]Thursday doors – 19 May 2022 — Natural adventures
“Yo,” he said.
“You look beat.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“They undercounted us and there are 12 million living here. That’s a lot of people. I wonder how many have cats?”
“No idea,” she said, putting down treats, “but I think there are more cats living with us, than dogs.”
“You can’t be surprised by that, right?”
“No. I’m not surprised by that at all,” she said smiling.
“Do you think the supremes will make curfews for women, so they can’t be out after six? What if they say women have to have dinner on the table and a clean house, or apartment? Will you guys have to wear red capes and white cones of shame?”
“I was kidding,” he said, licking his paw.
“They can have witch burnings by the Bean. Last time they just had woodcuts and bad drawings. Now there will be videos and tons of pictures.”
“Billboards too. Don’t forget those. Maybe a Witch Burning channel.”
“How did you let things get this bad?”
“We DIDN’T LET THINGS GET THIS BAD,” she said LOUDLY. “We have no power, no voice, the only voice is male. And now that male voice is conservative, right-wing, religious, sexist, moronic and…”
“I’m sorry I said anything,” he said. “You can always live with us.”
“Not a problem. I’ll start looking for a refrigerator box.”
“That’s very kind of you but it’s not necessary. You can all live with me, remember?”
“But once they make more laws…”
“It’s insane that a few people can make laws for the rest of us. Especially when there are sex abusers, like Clarence Thomas, in the group. Anita Hill never had a chance against the establishment. I still have a T-shirt with her on it. I should try and find it. It said, I BELIEVE ANITA HILL.”
“I see you’re wearing more buttons.”
“You’re not going to have any more babies, so you’re safe.”
“No woman is safe if we have no choices. We fight because it has to be done, it doesn’t matter what age a woman is.”
“Maybe wearing your ABORT THE COURT shirt isn’t a good idea. Brings out the hate in the other side.”
“I’m okay with that.”
He nodded at her and gnawed on his back foot. “You’re yard is nice. We all like it out there. Nice places to hide and do…other stuff.”
“I’m glad you like it, but no hunting.”
“Sure,” he said, innocently. “Wouldn’t think of it.”
“I mean it.”
“A squirrel dug up your flower and ran away with it.”
“I saw the hole in the pot.”
“The bird houses were a fantastic idea.”
“Right. No hunting.”
“A friend of mine brought me a veggie dog from Portillo’s. Best thing ever. They just started carrying plant based dogs and it was perfect in every way. I can’t wait to have another one.”
“You’re eating something that’s not chocolate, or chocolate related? I must be junk food in some way.”
“There’s a new Dr. Strange movie out.”
“Do you have it? Can we watch it tomorrow night?”
“It’s still in theaters. But I’ll get it when it’s out and we can have a movie night and everyone can come over for snacks and a film.”
“I don’t know?”
“Can’t you call someone?”
“No. Not really.”
“I wouldn’t know who to call.”
“You have a phone and a computer. Surely you can get a number.”
“Look, I’m just going to wait until I see it in the store.”
He stared at her.
“I don’t understand you.”
“It’s Sherlock Holmes, playing Doctor Strange.”
“Yes. I know that, but he’s not Sherlock in the movie, he’s Doctor Strange.”
“Yes, he is.”
“He can’t jump a fence like we can, or catch a vole, or bird. He can’t see in the dark, or…”
“I get it,” she said. “He not a cat.”
“Jinx said to say hello. He’s also been busy.”
“Whatever he does, I guess.”
“You don’t know?”
“Of course, I know. But he has a new girlfriend. She’s completely black, except for one white paw. She younger than he is, but they seem happy together. Her name is Buttercup.”
“I’ll leave a dish for her as well. I fed the others on the way here, but I have to get going. Things to do,” she said, kissing him.
“What about my pets?”
She ran her hands over his back and face, kissing him and whispering sweet nothings in his ears.
“Okay. You can go now,” he said, curling up for his nap. “See you tonight. Be careful crossing the street.”
She kissed him one last time, picked up her tote bag and walked away.