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Miscellaneous mistakes

The moon

“The moon looks red tonight.”

“What?”

“It looks red.”

“Where is it?”

“Over there.”

“There?”

“No not there.”

“Then where?”

“There.”

“Oh I see it now.”

“And?”

“Well…”

“Yes?”

“It’s most certainly the moon.”

“Yes, of course it is. That’s what I’ve already said. But what about it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well what does it look like?”

“It’s spherical. I see my reflection in it.”

“What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

“I’m there on the moon, but also here. Look at me – I’m wearing my red shirt, you know, the one with the cuffs.”

“But the moon, the moon. What colour is the moon tonight?”

“Red, maybe.”

“Maybe? No definitely.”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know – it’s right there.”

“I must not be able to see it. My neck can’t stretch too far”

“Oh yeah I forgot.”

“I guess I’m not looking in the right place, am I?”

“I don’t think so. It’s right there, you know.”

“So I’m told. I see something, just not what you see.”

“That must be it.”

“What?”

“Nevermind. Can you describe it to me?”

“Well it’s red.”

“You’ve told me that already.”

“I know; I’m just getting started. It’s red and it looks like a flower in a puddle of black rainwater. Drip, drip, drip. You can almost hear the ripples.”

“That doesn’t make much sense though. It’s the moon.”

“I know it is.”

“So tell me something else, then.”

“Well it looks like one of those red pebbles in a lake that is so flat that it could skip on forever if only you can get the right angle with your elbow.”

“How many times is it skipping, you’d reckon?”

“A lot. It’s moving slowly, and each time, each night, again and again, it skirts across the sky.”

“Where does it go?”

“Around, I guess.”

“Around where?”

“Us, I think.”

“What do you mean you think?”

“Well I only see it some nights, and even then, I’m not sure where it goes. Tonight I can only observe it with the greatest effort.”

“I see, I think.”

“Yeah. It goes up and then down and then up again, and everyday it does this.”

“And then, when it’s somewhere else?”

“I guess it’s still skipping across the fog-riddled sky.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why does the moon keep coming and going, doing the same thing every night?”

“I’m not sure. But I can guess.”

“Please do.”

“Because it’s the moon and it doesn’t know any better. It only knows how to come and greet us on nights like tonight with its craters and its shine and its smile.”

“But the moon doesn’t smile.”

“It looks like it is to me.”

“So, then, the red you see are its lips?”

“No the red is everything.”

“That doesn’t make much sense.”

“I know. It’s hard to explain.”

“Well how does it look now?”

“There’s a cloud over it.”

“So you can’t see it, can you?”

“No.”

“Oh, I think I can from where I am sitting.”

“Are you sure this time?”

“Yes it looks exactly as you’re explaining it, I think, but it’s white this time. Pure white. Like snow.”

“Are you sure it’s the moon?”

“Oh most definitely.”

“But it was red one second ago.”

“And now it’s not, I guess.”

“What does it all mean?”

“I don’t know. Maybe nothing.”

“That’s it?”

“I think so. I don’t know if I want to know anyways.”

“But it’s changing for us. It’s out there for us.”

“Maybe we’re doing the same. Maybe we’re out there for it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean – oh I don’t know. Where are you anyways?”

“I’m here.”

“Where?”

“Here.”

“Oh. So am I, I think.”

“And do you still see the moon?”

“Wait – I was trying to look for you. Oh yes, there it is, still hanging in the sky. It’ll be there forever, I bet.”

“I doubt it.”

“I wouldn’t. It’s a gumdrop now. A nice blue gumdrop. It can fit in my mouth if only I could move my hands and grab it.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“The nicest.”

“You know what else is nice, this saying I once heard.”

“What is it?”

“Shoot the stars because if you miss, you’ll hit the moon.”

“I think that’s wrong.”

“What?”

“I think it is shoot for the stars because if you miss, you’ll land on the moon.”

“But you can’t live there. You’d die.”

“You’d die in the stars too. It doesn’t make sense, that’s the point. You die everywhere; the only thing that matters is what you’re trying to do when you die.”

“Okay, I don’t get it but that’s what I’m supposed to feel, right?”

“Something like an emptiness, like the moon in the sky hungry for some friends.”

“Speaking of, did I tell you that I’m hungry?”

“Me too.”

“You’re just as hungry as I am over there?”

“Yes, it seems.”

“Well.”

“Well.”

“Oh, the cloud has moved or the moon has or the sky has and the moon’s a dinner plate now.”

“A dinner plate?”

“A dinner plate. There’s a red circle in the middle and gray around and look, the big dipper is a spoon and Orion’s belt has a fork on it and mmm doesn’t that look like it’ll be a good meal.”

“Tell me more.”

“The stars are forming a crème glacee du pomme.”

“What’s that?”

“Something delicious. I had it once in France.”

“I’d like to have me some of that now.”

“Oh you really should. And may I say that this is the best moon yet.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“It’s unfortunate I can’t move my neck. I would love to see it.”

“I can’t move mine either.”

“Does that mean –“

“Yes I think it does.”

“So you’re him.”

“And you’re him.”

“Pleasure.”

“Likewise.”

“Did you really –“

“No. Did you?”

“No, I don’t think so, but I guess they have to blame someone for it. We were there when it happened and we are here now and it’s not all bad, I guess.”

“Yeah. I mean look at the moon; it was there too.”

“Oh yes, about that. I can see it now, and it’s yellow.”

“I can’t see it, dangit. A yellow moon. Imagine that.”

“It looks so scared and lonely now up there.”

“But it’s just the moon.”

“And we’re just here too.”

“Ya.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. So the moon.”

“Oh, wonderful. It’s so big, the biggest I’ve ever seen. I think it’ll collide with the earth at any moment.”

“That close eh?”

“Say you’re prayers. It’s going to be a big one.”

“I don’t have anything to pray for.”

“Oh, it’s not so hard. I’ll teach you some other time.”

“Here it comes.”

“It sounds like footsteps.”

“It’s right here in front of me. The moon. It looks sharp.”

“Don’t let it poke you too much, you know. … Hello?…hello? Where’s the moon? Where are you? Hello? Oh, is that you? Something is being dragged, I think, but if it is you let me tell you that I see what you mean now. The moon is so big. I can see myself in it now too. You were right all along. I need to shower. I need to shave. I’ll make sure it’ll be a close one too if I get the chance. Luckily, I’ll have the giant moon for a mirror. Ha. Did you hear that? No? Well I thought of a prayer just now. It’s quick. I hope it’s okay. It goes like this: I tried and I’m sorry for it all. It doesn’t mean much except the moon and back and oh, well there I am again glimmering in the spotlight, and look how I’m smiling. Look how much I am.”

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