Ha ha, yes, I guess you could say it’s like Jurassic Park, only for our intelligences to grasp human culture. We call this area the colonial Mise-en-scène, for acceleration purposes we’ve done a fair bit of onto-cultural splicing, here Celine, Kerouac and Pound, the Shits as we call them.
Hozomeen, Hozomeen, most beautiful mountain I ever seen, like a tiger sometimes with stripes, sunwashed rills and shadow crags wriggling lines in the Bright Daylight, and then went down the ship vertical furrows and bumps and Boo! crevasses, boom, sheer magnificent Prudential mountain, it so happened that the war was creeping up on us without our knowing it
Here we are, down at the camp, we can guess something bad is about to happen, all the clues are there, a beautiful day, a tent, young hopes, perfect teeth, call me cynical, but it has to go wrong. Ah, here comes the scary music. listen everyone. Don’t be scared it’s only a story. Rich humans loved to be horrified, while the poor ones lived with horror. I know, it just doesn’t make any sense, right?