Superman Don't Come Around Here No More
The boy wanders through the day. Daydreaming of superheroes
and fallen foes. Of mighty battles in the sky. Dazzling
displays of heroism. Colorful costumes and flexing muscles,
lightning bolts being thrown and villains falling. The
way it should be. Ignoring the ragged ruins of the passing
blocks, seeing saviors and angels behind the tired eyes,
knowing there is magic all around, sensing the wonder
and prepared for anything.
Out past the borders of the neighborhood. Beyond the
safety zone, as outlined by motherly designs. Lost before
he fully realizes. Out on the trail of mysterious
connections, leading him through the abandoned Navy
Yard, slipping past unmanned gate houses, dirtying
knees and scraping the odd bit of exposed flesh.
Deep into the unknown. Not really afraid. But aware of
the danger. Remembering some quote about the distance
between here and there... between cause and effect...
between human lives. Realizing in an instant the
meaning. (some understandings take time) Knowing the
real danger of staying within safe confines -- witnessed
in the eyes of uncles and aunts, in easy-chaired
formation... a carpeted turbulence. Harmony shaken with
the arrival of unknown forces on the other side of the
double-pane... on the other side of the curtain.
The casual observer -- should there be one -- would at
about this time notice a certain swagger and confidence
begin to develop in the boy's gait.
An airship passes overhead. Moving at a deliberate
pace. Nothing the boy can't match -- tagging along,
fascinated by the design. More of a boat really,
suspended by hundreds of balloons. Giant propellers
motioning it forward. Seems there's only one
passenger, who must also be acting as pilot (or
captain). Speakers are mounted on the vessel's
belly and the manic voice at the helm is beckoning
to the boy, daring him to follow, but in a way that
is more encouraging than anything else.
Before long the boy finds himself face to face with
a giant wall pieced together with old metal sidings
and scraps of wood and barbed wire. The wall stretches
to each horizon and the boy can not see over it. But
due to the wall's age and the haphazard way it was put
together, it does not take long before the boy finds
a way through.
Scanning the rusted remnants it takes the boy a few
moments to realize what he is looking at...
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