Vital statistics: Poor, but without method of verifying. We are, on the other hand, much advanced in understanding--though still somewhat insecure in execution of strategies gained through understanding.
But, before narrating peculiar circumstances, I will summarize again the current situation. We arrived coordinates unknown, time-point unknown. We spent two days attempting to establish either of these, if not both, as establishing one would likely assist in deducing the other. After success, however, with neither, we followed instincts most natural to any being--namely executing strategies to survive.
We discovered a method for provisions the night following our arrival. After this, we have had no problem in further acquisitions. Transportation, at first, was a worry in so far as we did not want to be discovered. We have since become more confident in our night journeys and have nightly been venturing further outward from our dwelling. And our shelter, it seems, is interminably secure. We have become so confident in our venturing to and from it, in fact, that, for the first time, we went out today in the middle of the day.
High noon we left our dwelling for the city center. If nowhere else, I thought, we would at least be better informed about our location by relating our peripheral place to a fixed pole of reference. I entered, after much tiresome walking in wet, blustery weather, a hall of records. Ulla waited for me in a nearby nook. I didn't know where I would begin but suspected that this place, if no other, would inform me of the enough points along the axes necessary for identifying the axes, such as coordinates and time-points. I walked in and went straight for the maps.
But I was stopped by a woman, who said to me something about assistance, animating a variety of responses I had readied for the interaction. I chose, "from where I am standing, the issue doesn't seem so specific." She, obviously understanding that I meant to assert my presence with the "where I am standing," her subsequent role in confirming that presence by witnessing my standing AND the continuum across which such confirmation could range into infinite possibilities of coherence, replied, "examined--no need" or "we are familiar," I forget--but she must have understood because when I, in validating the interaction, attempted to curtail specification to the moment by attaching that the issue doesn't seem so specific--thus simultaneously asserting that the issue didn't mean I was specifically there AND maintaining my "I" there by jamming the end with a discerning subject ("doesn't seem so")--she responded by allowing me to go about my business without bothering me any further about my issue.
I was successful in communicating to her that I was both there and wanted to be dealt with but only by being left alone. I soon found a map that wasn't garbled in information and followed, with my finger, my way back from the hall of records to our dwelling. In finally determining our place, I was now able to investigate where we were in its chronology.
I took the location to a room with many large volumes and began to trace the place and its names backward in time, looking for the place linked to a grantee, from whose grantor I would go further backward, over and over--this seemed to be the only way to trace a timeline into a point, a place, a meaningful moment. I began with a Joseph F. Genta.
Across from Joseph F. Genta, however, sat a Velma M. Genta. But they did not sit together very long, because Velma M. Genta soon disappeared but Joseph L. Genta stayed on. In any manner, I am going forward now. To go backward, I followed a Jay Ell Corporation--jumping from 7/17/84 to 1965. These numbers as yet mean nothing to me, but I record them here for the sake of disclosure (and with the still burning hopes that these messages will solicit the assisting audience I need). From Jay Ell Corporation I went to a Diana G. Schulz, 1965, but I almost lost Diana G. Schulz as the location transformed Diana G. Schulz to Diana G. Loricco, then associated with John J. Loricco. "John J. Loricco, et ux. and the survivor, Diana G. Loricco" sat together all the way to David Cooper, "this 19th day of June in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and fifty-seven." I excerpt more, again for disclosure: AD., 19...June 19/20, 1957; Received...Jun 20.1957...19; At...9h...30m...A...m. Then there was Grace McKeown.
Following Grace McKeown was Edward J. McKeon. After Edward J. McKeon came Henry Links. From Henry Links, came many associated Links variants--verily a family. Leo Links then Edsel Links then Mari Links then, at last, Max Links. After Max Links there was simply no further names. I take him therefore as the progenitor. These are the coordinates, as far as my research has shown, of his "Piece...as bounded:"
"Easterly by Whitney Avenue, 73 feet, 10 inches,
Northerly by land now or formerly of Henry H. Smith, 170 feet, more or less;
Westerly in part by land now or formerly of Nannie B. Toumey in part by land now or formerly of Ella M. Durant and in part by land now or formerly of Helen Ess Green, in all 73 feet, 10 inches; and
Southerly by land now or formerly of Benjamin Kasdon, 170 feet, more or less."
Here is where I have arrived, I thought to myself, on the land of Links, in a time after Max Links, Mari Links, Edsel Links, Leo Links, Henry Links, Edward J. McKeon, Grace McKeown, David Cooper, Diana G. Loricco, John J. Loricco, Diana G. Schulz, Jay Ell Corporation, Velma M. Genta, Joseph F. Genta--all in the lineage of Links! I finally felt the glow of progress. I had finally begun to collect data from which to draw meaning. I had return to our dwelling--Easterly by Whitney Avenue, 73 feet, 10 inches, Northerly by land now or formerly of Henry H. Smith, 170 feet, more or less; Westerly in part by land now or formerly of Nannie B. Toumey in part by land now or formerly of Ella M. Durant and in part by land now or formerly of Helen Ess Green, in all 73 feet, 10 inches; and Southerly by land now or formerly of Benjamin Kasdon, 170 feet, more or less--at once.
I left the hall, saying nothing to the woman, so as to not disrupt our shared disconnect, but beaming to return to our dwelling and work out my findings. Ulla was noticeably annoyed at having to wait for me so long--but was reconciled, I feel, by the greatness of my findings. As soon as I walked into our dwelling, so excited am I by my work, I began to work out this message.
I will now go back and study the data. At some moment in the near future I will relate the event--the horrible, terrible, uncanny event--which compelled me to leave our dwelling in the middle of the day in the first place. As for right now, I am completely drenched and utterly exhausted. I will, however, again reiterate that we are in poor condition--having had to sustain ourselves on the most minimal provisions since we arrived. Please, if this message is received, send assistance. It is not for nothing that I have taken the time and made the effort to learn and implement this code.
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