Velotron Heavy Industries

I had another brief glimpse underneath the surface of reality today. Lately I’ve been really into riding public transportation while listening to postapocalyptic music from the likes of God Speed You! Black Emperor. You know how there’s categorically ‘driving music’ or ‘dancing music’. Well, there is also ‘being ferried through urban decay and across unnatural surfaces such as water music’. As we marched forth across the Puget Sound on the ferry, I watched a pair of sailboats heeled over with the wind, bouncing across the chop, valiantly doing what sailboats do. The wind blew my coat about and rippled their sails. We were all supported by buoyant forces of a waterbody sitting in an impression in the earth, a peak of which we were headed to in a straight line. Over the clouds lay the eternal sun, Jupiter, all of existence. The sailboats and I were a thin veneer of material moving about a plane, held fast to it by simple forces. My material isn’t there anymore, I’m not sure about the boats. They were driven by forces originating at the sun using technology refined well in advance of the oil age. My boat was sipping the last of its’ milkshake.