Feb 19

I slide down a water slide last night. In my head, this image is the chaotic tube that enters a bowl at the casino in between Portland and Seattle. The Great Wolf Lodge or something similar. It looks fun, yeah. There are tiny ridges that scrape your clothes off as you gain momentum. Minutes before you were hesitant. Suspicious of the churning dark water, warm as it is. Afraid to be a pioneer. The test driver. The stunt man. With the wind at your sails you dive. It is relatively flat at the top and I am disappointed at the result. I want more speed. I was afraid of this, but why? Bored for a minute. The rushing water is traveling faster than I and I wait for it to gather me up in its blue arms and cast me through the tubes at speed. The sections are contrasting colors. Red and green red and green. Then purple orange purple orange and so forth. The sections get shorter and the colors changing give the impression I am traveling much faster than I am. There are lights along the inside like neon strips in the bottom of designer vehicles. The type that dance and shake with loud bad music. I am gaining speed. I can feel it in my gut. I'm keeping pace with the water. Each corner it sloshes higher up the sides. The red and green sides. I feel the bottom drop out. This is it. This is the rush I signed up for at the dispensary. The colors blur into brown. The neon lights are like single bands of light, like painted lines on the highway. The dotted lines spaced out just so, otherwise at 60 mph they would appear as a constant streak. The ridges on the edges of the highway to keep truck drivers awake. Change the height of these ridges and space them out accordingly and they would play a sort of atonal song. About the rhythm, the relative distance, the speed of the vehicle and the material which the ridges are made of.