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September 4, 2008

Signal and Noise

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She sat out on her small terrace facing the park which, like most of the people who drifted into it after sunset, had seen better days.

Her hands were folded neatly atop a mahogany music box, the only item sitting on the otherwise empty table before her. An old suitcase sat beside her leg around which a rope had been tied for good measure. She had long meant to replace it with something new, something with wheels and a pull out handle, but an exciting trip to somewhere special and exotic had never materialized.

Only now did she have somewhere to go, and it would just have to make due.

When exactly they were coming  to pick her up she couldn’t quite say. The nature of their communication was a bit vague at best, but it was the solstice and she was certain.

Exactly what had inspired her to initiate contact was hard to pin down. She had been reading a posting on the computer about how modern media was driving man towards the devil, but a soft spoken preacher from Montana had made a video explaining that all things at their source emanated from God. We were simply separated through layers of noise. In her heart she had always believed this to be true, and so she embraced the ipod her mother’s second husband had given her.

She subverted the noise that kept her from God. She took an audio reading of the Bible, only the revised King James edition, only ever the revised King James edition, and put it into this wonderful little audio device one word at a time so that each word was a single track.

When the bells of Saint Mark’s overlooking the park and it’s sad, hell bound denizens would ring in the evening, she would press shuffle on her ipod and listen to the words of the Bible as they played randomly back to her, changing each evening into a different pattern, looking for a way to subvert the noise that kept her from God and from happiness.

In the midst of these sessions the messages emerged.

They were hard to decipher at first, but every evening, somewhere in the center of this listening experience the randomness would coalesce into another communication. Over time their meaning and purpose became clear.

The angels were trying to reach humanity. They wept with joy that they found her. The world was indeed swirling into a cacophony of noise, every day becoming closer and closer to chaos, and one day, the world would become nothing more than the static on the radio and all meaning would be forever lost.

But the believers, the 144,000 chosen were signals in the noise that the angels had managed to reach, and they were coming to extract them. They would come from the stars one fateful night and take her away, to a place where only gentle harmony was the scaffolding of reality.

And so she sat, waiting for the moment when she would greet them in their soft radiant glory. She dared not thank them with her own voice, it was far too ugly and unworthy for the likes of them. Inside the little music box waited The Ode To Joy, her favorite song in all this discordant world. She would lift the cover and it would ring out and the angels would hear the sound of her heart.

Down in the park people coughed, voices murmured, occasionally shouting, but up in the stars silence hummed with heavy anticipation, and the dark sky waited patiently for a light to appear and rescue the lost and wayward waiting desperately below.


  1. Is this about the Rapture?

    Comment by matthew — September 4, 2008 @ 4:30 pm | Reply

  2. Uhm… huh. I hadn’t thought specifically about the Rapture, but now that you mention it, you could say that this was this woman’s personal version of the rapture to an extent. Except that she doesn’t believe the world’s going to be saved. The 144,000 get taken away and the world’s left to go to pot.

    To be honest, i didn’t think about this story at all beforehand, i just started writing to see what came out. Looking back, the idea of what crazy stuff you could come up with if you rearranged the Bible randomly on a daily basis and pulled meaning out of it could go a WHOLE lot further…

    Comment by bunitingi — September 4, 2008 @ 5:00 pm | Reply

  3. Juggle it long enough, and it’s Naked Lunch.

    Comment by matthew — September 4, 2008 @ 8:25 pm | Reply

  4. oh jeez..

    Comment by bunitingi — September 5, 2008 @ 12:53 am | Reply

  5. The Epistle of Paul the Apostle to Titus (Chap. 1), to play on your iPod in shuffle mode while in the Zemun parks:


    Comment by Thibaut — September 7, 2008 @ 1:30 pm | Reply

  6. Thibaut, i believe you may be crazier than a hungry fly at a bullshit market. However that’s awesome!I am definitely going to try this little experiment out.

    You folks can sign up to be my first disciples. You can say you were in at the ground floor. ‘Course i need to actually go and have some revelations, but don’t worry, they’re a comin’

    Comment by bunitingi — September 8, 2008 @ 12:54 pm | Reply

  7. If L. Ron can do it, why not you? The great thing about batshit insanity is that it’s equal opportunity.

    Comment by matthew — September 9, 2008 @ 6:00 pm | Reply

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