worlds of steel
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Worlds of Steel
Down past the towering worlds of steel, across the lighted squares and into the vast
network of desks, cubes and inner sanctums populated by the suits and the skirts and the busy
bodies. Out into the dark air, the warm and throbbing wind that rushes through the city. Down
towards the trafficked intersections where amoebas of man rapidly fly in lighted globules
through the humming city.
Across the airborne walkways, dozens of feet above the city; a city above the city, with
layers of habitable space layered with people upon other people. Above the fleeing cars and
buses, towards the mountain dwarfing the immense city, and up the tree-less, street-embedded
mountainside past houses glowing and alive.
Into the caves, where the mountains innards have been thoroughly inhabited by
swarming masses seeking shelter. The apartments line the caves, the shops and the darkened
sunless bowels are teeming with those who could find nowhere else, or desire nowhere else.
Out of the mountain, down the cliff and the streets and houses carved in mountain stone
and dirt, past the cable car bringing denizens up to the top, past the homeless encampments in the
trees and bushes, and down into what once was the great and terrible untamed canyon, where
now stand the latest and most majestic of mans creations, row upon row of houses larger than
they should be or need to be.
Over terrafirmed ground, grass-lined streets and past the manmade shelves on girders
supporting these habitations: whole neighborhoods, cities, on floors like an office. A leviathan of
human homes and self-made worlds exclusive of each other. Through the canyon and up to the
hillside burdened with the trains, walkways, streets, monorail routes, and institutional buildings.
Into the city center, a circular trench in what was once a sea-bottom. The sea-floor
wreckage from some previous civilization lies haphazard, unstudied and unexamined, broken up
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around the habitations: wooden hulks of ships, sea-exploring equipment. The streets of the city
center, sloping down in concentric circles, begrimed and whirling with papers, leaves, candy
wrappers and old plastic containers in the wind. The streets teeming with the hurrying multitudes
going home on small motorized transportation devices of all sizes and orientations.
Down an alley-way of old three-story houses with attics and vast, labyrinthine basements,
to the end where the pavement runs against the earth. In front of an old brick mansion of three or
four stories and a steep staircase leading up to a portico and a tall, narrow door. Four gables at
the top, yearning towards the firmament, windows cloaked by thick purple curtains. At the
second floor, a spindled and laced porch by a miniature tower jutting out above the street with a
circular window view across the great dry sea trench.
Up the stairs and into the portico, through the door and into the foyer, lit in greenish light
on oaken interior. A staircase winds up far into the heights of the house and bizarre portraits
hang large on the walls: a scowling woman with glowing red eyes and straight, long black hair; a
young boy with huge head and drooped, weeping eyes and a receding hairline; a nude woman
sitting stoically on a couch; a dwarf riding a goat in a meadow.
Out of the foyer and into a large atrium; light streams in from windows on all floors. Out
of this atrium and through a hallway that winds through dark passages. Through the dank
hallway, down interminable corridors that wind and curve and creep through the house, and
culminate in a small drawing room. He sits in his easy chair, the young man, smoking his pipe
and staring at a large globe in the center of the room.
Michael! shouts the young man. His straight, black, irrepressible eyebrows quiver just
a little when he shouts. A mustache sits uneasily above his mouth and his dark hair is combed
straight back with pomade. His eyes are distant, paranoid. Michael appears at the door.
Sir?
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Bring me the duck foie gras.
Of course. With crackers?
And marmalade.
Just as your dear mother used to eat.
Yes. Bring them with wine.
Of course. Um, sir, may I suggest that some air would do you good? The garden is
splendid tonight.
I just want my snacks.
Of course. But I do believe you havent left the house in quite some time.
Im still in mourning, Michael. Let me mourn.
Mourn? For whom?
My parents, Michael. My beloved, departed progenitors.
Michael sighs and leaves. He returns with the platter of snacks and the wine. The young
man eats them with relish, drinking the wine slowly and staring at the globe, spinning it at times
and whispering to himself. Michael, walking by silently on the thick carpet, hears the odd
incantation The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain. On another occasion Michael hears the
repeated chant ofHe thrusts his fists against the posts but still insists he sees the ghosts.
The young man eats and eats and eats, then walks to a wet bar and opens up the cabinet to
look at his selection. He pulls out an ancient bottle of absinthe that his father had brought back
from the orient. It is dusty and the liquid is dark. He pours half a glass of the substance and
begins to drink.
Michael goes to bed after checking on his young charge, and is woken up in the middle of
the night. After several moments he discerns that it is the sound of hysterical laughter, mad
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screechinglaughter echoing through the floors. The young man is shouting, Holy Loooooord!
Holy Jeee-ZUSS!! in an awful reverie.
Max, the inebriate, gets off the platform at the stop he remembers so well from his school
days. It has taken him three hours to get across the city after getting fired. He walks down the
sloping street as winds blow trash around him and buses careen past him on the ledge. He
remembersoh yes, the smells from boyhood days, the mad days of pubescent wonder and
violencegirls with blonde hair and long thin arms, girls with dark hair and red lipstick and
kindnessthe streets that marked the measure of their world, and the trains they took and back
alleys they walked, past food vendors with smells of frying vegetables and grilling beefthe
conversations that circled obsessively round the inevitable teenage subject, the elusive female
days at Georges house, haunting his parents countless rooms with their strange ornaments from
overseas. And he remembers the tragedy that stood out like a sudden thunderstorm on calm seas,
the swift stroke of strange fate that took Georges parents and left him in that house with his
butler. Max didnt see much of his friend after that, didnt see much of anyone from the days of
hormones and classrooms.
Max looks across the ancient, dry sea trench and sees the swirling cloud of sweet-
smelling pollen blowing lazily across the open space. He looks over the ledge into the never-
ending canyon, seeing the shops and the cafes, the hidden hookah bars where he passed the long
days of youth. Hashish smoke drifts up from these countless places, along with the thick odor of
coffee and cotton-candy
Knockknockknock!!
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The door creaks open and its just like no time has passed. Michael the face, the staid
demeanor.
Master Max. It has been some time since weve had the pleasure.
He enters the house and sees Michaels pained look and the dust in slats of light coming
in from the ceiling. The decay. A slight odor of mold.
I was wondering if George is here
Heis not well. Though, Im sure seeing an old friend will be good for him.
Yeah, I was just in the neighborhood, and I figured Id stop by.
Michael leads him through the halls, with the same paintings and the same wallpaper,
gaudy red flowers on a teal background, with the same little cupids holding the bow and arrow
with pink cheeks and diapers, winging gaily across the walls. The same muted red lights in the
long hallway. He reaches the drawing room and sees: the books on shelves, the desk and table
and globe, and in the corner, George himself, oh
Curled in the fetal position, on his feet, lightly resting on his tippy-toes; muttering about
ducks and fetusesgrinning when he sees his old friend.
George? Hey manI was wondering if you could help me out for a few days. Yeah, my
lady threw me out again. So, you know, if I could crash
Fetus-motherrrrr!!!!
Whoa, man, what
Rape! Its a duck-fuck fucker, oh gabagabagaba
Hey! He sits down and grabs his old friend by the head, shaking him. Maybe we
should go out and get some fresh air.
Like old days?
Yeah! Well go down to the Cave Spot, get a hookah and tea or something.
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Whatll I wear?
Just put on some pants. You got any money? Max has been preparing this speech,
hopes it will be short. Im kinda running low on funds, Ive been having some trouble at work. I
can get you back
Money, money, yeah, sure, well get some money, well do the thing, like we used to do
the thing, the thing we used to do, yeah. Ill get the money.
And he reaches into a stash-box nearby, pulling out hundreds of bills in wads, dropping
some on the floor. Max picks them up, incredulous, pocketing some and taking some his friend
hands to him. He makes a note not to spend any of it tonight, since he is used to the feast-or-
famine nature of his financial life. Like a show on elephants in the Serengetti he saw once,
clamoring for water in the desert wastes, saving or using every drop for the most necessary of
purposes.
The street has grown dim and the circular vastness of the trench is lit up with lights,
candles, incense and torches with moonlight casting its blue on the winding street. Cars still
make their descent into the depths, going home or to a house of flesh and drink. The walkways
leading the five or six hundred feet across the gulf are filled with commuters and clothes lines
hang in the sleepy wind. George is quite normal and Max has his eye nervously on him.
Cab? Max asks.
Well walk, lets walk. George has a quick walk, easily distracted by traffic and the
shops they pass by. Tobacco shops, laundromats, markets with fruit overflowing out of boxes
and delis with sausages hanging grotesquely from hooks, cheese in wheels sitting on shelves. As
they descend and the road gets steeper the buildings get stranger, slanted and odd. These
buildings are forced to adapt to the sheer angle of the ground and the lack of horizontal space, so
they are increasingly vertical; narrow three-story apartments and restaurants with second-floor
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patios, piano music drifting out of them, and an increasing density of crowded bars as they
approach the bottom.
The Cave Spot is low and deep, one level of dimly-lit rooms and private parlors with
incense and heavy with atmosphere so jejune to them now, after years of familiarity. George
quietly sits on a sofa and smoke drifts past him, and old thoughts come back: sitting here with his
first girlfriend, a girl named Sandy with brown hair who loved him and spent the whole night
leaning against his arm in a lovers swoon as he tried to load the hookah and make it look cool
being here with Max one night when Max was depressed after failing a test, making him drink
shot after shot of some strange plum whiskey until he had to be carried back up to Georges vast
and then-full housecoming with his own father to have a drink as a grown man. The days of
pleasures that went unexamined and unappreciated.
The two sit next to each other and a waiter comes to set up the hookah, loading the
hashish with the burning coal in metal tongs.
So, you had any luck with the ladies? Max wants to take the focus off of himself and
his own financial situation. Doesnt want to seem desperate, doesnt want to seem like a
freeloader. George just stares ahead for awhile.
There was a girlshe came after my parents died. She was like a fairy. She was good to
me.
OhI dont remember her. Was that after I moved across town?
She was good to me
Yeah.
And then she left.
You havent seen her since?
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And a great sadness comes over George, or so it seems to Max: the sadness of a person
who has been inside for too long and maybe missed out on a lot of things.
I havent seen her since then. It was a long time
Yeah, so Ive been having female problems, let me tell you. My woman, she just got
tired of my whole thing the poker nights, the beer, comin home late, gettin fired from all my
jobs.
Are you here for good?
Yeah, I mean, if its okay...
You should stay in my house.
Yeah, okay, thats great. Ill get a job, so I can help out with groceries or bills.
Thats okay. You dont need to. I havent been feeling well.
Well, I think you just need some fresh air. Listen, man, well go out and have a good
time like we used to. A lot has changed since I lived here. Have you been outside the trench?
Not for awhile.
The citys exploded. Its huge now. You know Boar Mountain? Its full of houses now.
They built roads up there. I worked on one of the crews, back when I was working for the city.
Yeah, that job paid pretty good. But the fuckin boss was always on my ass. You know what Im
saying? He wouldnt leave me alone, always cracking down on me for some bullshit. So I split
that job, I just left at lunch one day. Fuck it. Im not gonna be treated like a bitch. Yeah, Geena
was pissed about that. She was like What the fuck? Why cant you keep a job? I dont know,
maybe Im fucked up. I cant stand it when someones telling you what to do, but you know
theyre just some dickwad who you could take in a fight.
After awhile the conversation slows down as the hookah takes its effects on them. George
begins to like being outside again and Max, through talking and reflection, realizes that he has a
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serious problem with employment and needs to figure it out before he can move on in his life.
But for now he is in-between, as is George.
They walk up the steep incline, past women washing clothes and singing songs on
doorsteps, and end up at the very large house at the end of a one-way street where Max will find
his bed made for him by Michael, and towels and a robe laid out for him to use in the guest
shower. He contemplates staying here forever, which he knows would be possible, but then
wonders if he will end up like George if he does. Nevertheless, he sleeps well in the large quiet
house.