Chapter 1
When the hatch to the Mothership failed to open, Geezer was bereft.
Geezer
An Existential Fotonovella
an exercise in self-portraiture
by Jack Hastings
Chapter 2
Despite the intensity of his longing, he knew the Côte d'Azur
would always be more than just an ocean away.
Chapter 3
In the throes of an exquisite paranoia, he refused
to leave the gift shop and return to the park.
Chapter 4
The bicycle was a cruel chimera. It had been stolen weeks ago.
Chapter 5
He could not look at the Boneyard Man without wondering
what had happened to its meatsack.
Chapter 6
When the young man put his face through the hole,
Geezer wished he had a camera to capture the illusion.
Chapter 7
Despite his initial misgivings, Geezer was pleased
with the progress of the Chair Garden.
Chapter 8
He believed time to be an abitrary and dubious concept and thus
often arrived at the light rail station just as the train was pulling away.
Chapter 9
Though he had no clue as to what transpired
on the field, he felt that it was somehow important.
Chapter 10
He paused a moment to look into the future; and was mildly
suprised when the future looked back.
Chapter 11
Geezer was uneasy. The wires hummed with malign foreboding
and a furious energy.
Chapter 12
He waited by the hydrant for a very long time;
but the automatic dog never returned.
Chapter 13
Geezer was glad the shaman's borehole was healing.
He hoped that the phantasms had indeed departed.
Chapter 14
Geezer was tired of waiting. Weary of not knowing
what it was he was waiting for.
Chapter 15
When Geezer reached End of the Line Station, he wondered what came next.
Chapter 16
He sought tranquility but his thoughts clamored.
His head felt like the attic of an Egyptian cinema.
Chapter 17
He hoped his shadow on the cairn was not a presentiment.
Chapter 18
Adrift in the mire, he was hardly surprised when
the dark thing clapped its hand over his mouth.
Chapter 19
He felt that he could not finish, in that he had never really started.
Chapter 20
And then, at last, despite the alienation, the disaffection, the melancholy,
he thought, "I am home, let there be an end to it."
~ fin ~