20080730

BODY;ENCODING=QUOTED. EDWIN
Hello?

Are you there?

Can anyone receive this?

We're looking for a happy place. We have a guide, but any help would be appreciated.

We're in Minnesota. What was Minnesota. I saw a sign for it.
If you think you can help us find our way, or want to meet us; we'll be in Minnyappleus soon.

Share in our journey to find the happy place.

Here is where we expect to be and when:

Thurs. July 31 8:30pm
Parts 1 & 2
Bedlam Theater Parking Lot

Sat. August 2 - 4:30pm
Parts 2 & 3
Outside Theatre de la Jeune Lune

Sat. August 2 - 7:30pm
Parts 1, 2 & 3
The Soap Factory

Thurs. August 7 - 7:00pm
Parts 1 & 2
Bedlam Theater Parking Lot

Fri. August 8 - 7:30pm
Parts 3 & 1
The Soap Factory

Sat. August 9 - 7:30pm
Parts 1, 2 & 3
The Soap Factory

Sun. August 10 - 8:30pm
Parts 1, 2 & 3
Bedlam Theater Parking Lot

Bedlam Theater 1501 S. 6th St. Minneapolis
Theater de la Jeune Lune 105 1st St. NE, Minneapolis
The Soap Factory 518 2nd St. SE, Minneapolis
END:VNOTE

20080729

There was a great silence for a week. or was it more? I heard nothing from the Teens. I had begun to think that maybe they had run into trouble. But this came in today.

BODY;ENCODING=QUOTED. LIEF. 01001001 Remember back when The Evening News was still a modern concept? Every channel had its own opinions on what was happening. We simply had to pick and choose our favorite theories. We’d argue over our TV dinners about what had caused three hurricanes to hit the coasts so far this month, about why gas prices were up to thirty, forty, fifty dollars a gallon, about where the latest riots had broken out. We’d argue about what was really happening. Then an ad would come on. Eventually it stopped being something we’d watch Tonight At Nine/Eight Central and became something we watched out our front windows. 01100100 01101111 01101110 00100111 01110100 There haven’t been news broadcasts for some time now. There hasn’t been much of anything in almost a year now. I think it would be easier if we all knew what had happened. If we knew why we were living like this. Maybe it would make life more bearable. Then again, maybe not. 01110010 01100101 01100001 01101100 01101100 01111001 We're still trying to find some sense. But answers won't change the situation we're in. Really, we're trying to find a place to live freely. To be happy in. Sara's got directions, she's leading us there. We're on our way. I hope. 01100011 01100001 01110010 01100101 END:VNOTE

20080719

Another thread came in. Although I’m always pleased to see something new from the Teens, their entries often sadden me.

BODY;ENCODING=QUOTED Moonbeam01101000-01100101-01100001-01100100-The night has fallen as i crawl up onto the van to start my night watch. It's easy to lose your head up here, all alone, while the darkness surrounds you with sorrow, and you’re searching for something that might be searching for you. 01110011-01101000-01101111-01110101-01101100-01100100-01100101-01110010-01110011-I want to sing to keep my mind off this situation but i can't for i might wake the others or attract unwanted guests. So to keep myself sane I silently pretend i am sitting on a dock at the end of a lake near my childhood home:[THT ENCD] “It's a perfect day and i have my feet swinging over the water.I am laughing with my best friends.; embracing, kissing and hugging as if we hadn't seen each other in yearsthe sun gently tickles my skin. 01101011-01101110-01100101-01100101-01110011The brush that is all along the shoreline is covered with birds
01100001-01101110-01100100 a harmony unlike any other
just pure sweet song for my friends and I. 01110100-01101111-01100101-01110011 one bird stands alone and suddenly it flies up, up and away.i miss this beautiful bird that flew away all alone.” 01101011-01101110-01100101-01100101-01110011
see even my happy thoughts turn sour somehow01100001-01101110-01100100 this thought slowly trails away as i forget where i am, as i lay my head down on top of the van forgetting i was on night watch & thinking i was at home, in my bed. 01110100-01101111-01100101-01110011 END:VNOTE

What kind of world do we live in? What is wrong with us? Why should any person; young or old, need to stand watch to guard against the night, against other people who would do them harm? Other people. Not wild animals, not a force of nature- but other human beings. I know it’s nothing new- I remember enough of history to know that this type of behavior has always been with us. But all the same I wish that anyone could sit under a starry night sky and enjoy that moment without the threat of attack tainting it.

20080716

BODY;ENCODING=QUOTED JENNIFER01101001.01110011.00100000.We keep moving. Only stopping when the van breaks down. I try to keep their spirits up, but this task is proving to be harder and harder, and usually unsuccessful. All of us have lost everything. All we have left, every piece of our lives exists in the van.01100001.01101110.01111001.01101111.01101110.01100101.Our old lives were already broken, but none of that should have mattered on our special night: Prom. We still held on to that one milestone in our lives, still trying for some sense of normalcy. 01100010.01101111.01110010.01100101.01100100.But that’s when everything fell apart. No prom, no school, no home. All gone. 01100101.01101110.01101111.01110101.01100111.01101000.And now… the nine of us travel on, after losing almost everything. We continue in the direction of our goal in the direction of our future. 01110100.01101111.00100000.01100100.01100101.01100011.01101111.01100100.01100101.We alone are resilient to the complete madness the rest of the world has become. We alone move forward, in search of our happy place. 01110100.01101000.01101001.01110011. END:VNOTE

I wish I could easily dismiss the feeling of being alone as simply a phase in life. But whatever age, we’re all feeling wary, untrusting of others.

Some days the signal is stronger than others- I’m receiving more feeds from the Teens as I walk toward where they drove. I’ve seen a sign or two of their presence- pieces of paper tacked onto telephone poles asking if anyone else is looking for the happy place.

I tag the posters with my webdress, maybe if someone else reads this, we can all help each other.

Maybe.

20080714

BODY;ENCODING=QUOTED. FRANKIE 01001001-00100111-01101101-This is weird. Our whole situation, not knowing where things are going, not knowing who’s on our side, not knowing when the next time we can eat, not knowing if we’ll survive the next day, its all just weird. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. 01110011-01101111-01110010-01110010-01111001-The closest I’ve come is when I was twelve and I made my mom go on the new roller coaster at FunFair and when I got to the front of the line, I started bawling. I remember I did not want to go on that roller coaster but my mom forced me onto it because I forced her to wait in line for 2 hours. “You can cry all you want Franklin, but we’re going on it!” God, my parents were awesome. 01101001-01110100-00100111-01110011-00100000-01100010-01100101-01100101-01101110-I would have never dreamt a year ago that I’d be living in a van with acquaintances from school, without a family, and without my parents, and without my bed, and without my baby blanket, and without my golden lab, and without my computer, and without my cell phone, and without my TV, and without my awesome movie collection. I just don’t get it. I’d like to get. I’d like someone to explain this all to me. 01100001-00100000-01110111-01101000-01101001-01101100-01100101-END:VNOTE

more notes are pouring in. They're like journals rather than messages. I wish I could connect with them. But their communication seems to be a one way stream. Like I thought mine were.

20080710

Following breadcrumbs. Since the day those Teens drove away in the van, I’ve been wandering looking for signs of other Friendlies.

It looks like they are searching for other people too. And sending their messages out- my eyefone came to life, with a message. At least I think it’s a message. Maybe it’s another webdress, and I caught part of it.

BODY;ENCODING=QUOTED
01000010-01101001-01101110-01100001-01110010-01111001-00101110-00100000-I haven’t the slightest idea what happened. Seriously. Everything looks weird outside. Maybe it’s because the windows are dirty. People were talking about the end of the world. I don’t know. Birds and oil and stuff. I wasn’t really listening. I was reading a book.01101001-01110100-00100111-01110011-The van seriously stinks. We’re driving to god knows where.01110011-01101111-I’m really not sure where we are headed.
Everything looks so empty.

Where is everyone?

Maybe they’re all on vacation. Maybe in Europe. I find it easier to just not ask.. 01100110-01110010-01100101-01100001-01101011-01101001-01101110-01100111-I just remembered something. It’s really random- Kate was talking about her sister, and I remembered something I did with my sister when she was little. She would always follow me around. She would grab my hand with her little fingers and make me promise I would never let go. “say it Gwen!” she would say, “Promise me you’ll never let go!” “I promise I’ll never let go Jess,” I said, “Love you, Gwen!” she said smiling.

I think about it whenever I really miss her. I hope she’s smiling, wherever she is. 01110100-01100101-01100011-01101000-01101110-01101111-01101100-01101111-01100111-01101001-01100011-01100001-01101100-
END:VNOTE


I wonder if I can find them again. I hope they send more.

20080708

There was a scuffle in the morning that woke me.

The Teens were separating two of them from each other.

I thought better of taking the opportunity to introduce myself. I remained hidden and watched as they settled their dispute, packed their belongings and drove away.

Of course I shifted through their leavings, looking for some foodstuffs.

Instead I found this:

-----

There are no more children or turkey dinners with the family or snowfalls. Or Sam. They are all gone. Gone to a place that can only be located by the boundless slopes of the inaccurate map in our dizzied minds and hearts. Sometimes these things appear before me, for a quick moment; a flash of a memory here, a hint of a recollection there…and I feel a sharp pain in my heart for all of us. For what we lost, for what we will never see or do.

I remember, most of all, one day in particular. It was one much like today, when Sam and I sought refuge in the dense woods. I remember how he had held my hand under the trees in my backyard, as the leaves tumbled like snow onto their heads and bodies. When it got too cold in the chilly breeze, he gave my his sweater. He asked me if I wanted to go inside. I said no.

Why had I not gone inside when he asked me to? When I felt cold?

I had stayed in his arms as long as I could, and felt his skin against mine and cherished every second of it. In my opinion, it is best to be in a place that is painfully cold in someone else’s arms than to be all alone somewhere where its comfortably warm.


----


It's easy to fear others

Difficult to remember that even for all the fighting and fear that we all have something shining.

I wish I had said Hello.