The Disillusionists cont'd...

"Whoa. That was a good one!"

Halfway through the footage of G-money being swept off the rocks, everyone agreed it looked fuckin' good. The camera work was a little shaky but it suited the scene. It was the best thing Mike had shot in months.

Gunther just felt stupid. Or lucky. Or both. When he was out there, he had enough time to watch the last wave approach. It was a big hissing fit of bubbles that hammered him pretty hard against the boards. It put him through the rinse cycle. When it was done, it dropped him on the rocks like an abandoned baby on the sidewalk. Wrapped in a blanket on board the camper, it would be a while before he went in the ocean again.

After lunch, camp was struck and they moved to a location next to the main logging road. A major operation was going on nearby. Truckloads of raw logs were sure to roll through on their way directly out of the country. May read the ruts in the road like an analyst studies other people's lives... There were new tires on this rig, "...that's a good sign. " A good sign if you work in the industry. Otherwise it spelled complete anihilation for our species. "Industry's demand for old growth timber is fueled only by the very wealthy. There are a number of plant fibres and resins that can be combined for durable, attractive and renewable furniture and finishings. The demand for traditional wood product is virtually high end, the notion of it being anything else is just society's resistance to let go of the past."

We all agreed with her initially and then got lost around the mid-point. The trees on either side of the road were covered in dust and we all sat around, certain that something would barrel through any moment.