The bear is a surprise. Possibly to the bear herself judging by the way she sprints and cavorts around the road. Now you understand why barriers were put up along the route. But as you watch this car-sized omnivore tumble with the broken grace of the narcotically enhanced, you find yourself wishing the fences were …
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The parade this year feels brittle. At least at first. It reminds you of that first step into a swimming pool, wondering if it will be too hot or too cold. You brace yourself for sharp contrast, face the suck, breathe through it. And then you’re there. There’s an opening act waiting for you — …
The Parade is back this year. Socially distanced, with masks and vaccinations mandatory, of course. But as you settle down with the churros part of you thought you might never get to eat again, it feels…normal. Not the same, nothing will ever be the same, but this feels like tonight, like here, that’s okay. The …
No one expects the parade to happen. This is 2020. The plague year. The year we hunker down, shelter in place, and hope against hope that the empty suits at the top of the table aren’t stupid enough to get us all killed. It’ll pass. These things always do. But this one is taking its …
This year the parade doesn’t just begin with the Director. Oh she’s there, gloved, suited, precision machine tooled heels that could sever a hydrogen atom if they so wanted. But this year she’s deep in animated conversation with a janitor. He has wild, flyaway hair, a big jaw, and an oddly graceful gait. It’s as …
You weren’t expecting the news vans that open the parade but you can’t say you’re surprised to see them. Earnest men, bowties glistening, speaking power to truth (or is it the other way round) as their feeds slowly die and the volume on their guests only ever gets turned further up even as they shout …
Truth seekers, Runners, journalists, archivists, narrators, engineers, tech support, hosts. Not one of them look the same, not one of them look well rested and they’re all clearly having the time of their lives. The float is huge, much larger than any previous year and just as crowded as ever. Blank cabinet arcade machines, a …
Parade time again. It’s a little darker this year. The nights, drawing, a little further than they have before. There’s still a crowd. Still a big one, but there’s a little more tension to them than usual. The laughs are louder, more brittle, and the music a little bit angrier. This is a celebration still. …
There are floats, there are always floats, but they’re interspersed with individuals. People who either bring the audience’s attention or simply refuse to allow it to be anywhere else. The first as always, is the woman in the suit and gloves and as always, she’s smiling. No one can quite remember where she came from. …