Once Upon a Time in Times Square ~ A Wonder Tale (Iconography: The Anatomy of My Becoming, #2) / Iconography: The Anatomy of My Becoming (ePub)

A three-act romantic comedy takes place in 2212 in the city-state Times Square. An ensemble piece exploring life and theft: the theft of the diamonds that are the basis of the local currency, the theft of the right to conceive and bear children, the theft of the right to individualism. A comedy with many choreographed, musical interludes. A focus on sexuality in many forms and how we might preserve humanity's creativity, our connection to and our place within nature.A three-act romantic comedy takes place in 2212 in the city-state Times Square. An ensemble piece exploring life and theft: the theft of the diamonds that are the basis of the local currency, the theft of the right to conceive and bear children, the theft of the right to individualism. A comedy with many choreographed, musical interludes. A focus on sexuality in many forms and how we might preserve humanity's creativity, our connection to and our place within nature.

#1 Quote

GY: Look at it this way, we're collaborating on the future.

JASON: We're not cooperating. You drive me nuts sometimes, you know that? We're competing to see who will control the future. How can you not get that?

GY: No one can control the future.

JASON: That's why it's so appealing.

GY: But it doesn't make sense.

JASON: It doesn't have to make sense, it's history. Once upon a time there were Creons and Pharaohs and Caesars and Goliaths.

GY: And the little people?

JASON: What about you?

GY: We deserve a break.

JASON: A temporary reprieve from the repressive cotton wool shoved in your mouths by the elites who benefit from your silence, which will be recorded for your protection?

#2 Quote

KIT: I travel the same roads, over and over, back and forth, around, looping, to create a groove, a rut, a feature of consciousness dug deep into my soul through the repetition of random events which in their aggregate are no longer random but highly structured, strangling.

Peace. What is that? If you could define it for me, then maybe I'd think there was some validity to it. War, now there's validity. We have so much data, an analyst's dream. Numbers galore. This many dead. This many wounded. This many guns. This many bombs. This much plutonium. This much uranium. Peace? How do I measure that? What chart do I use?

Confound me with your peace data, go ahead. I applaud your vision. Peace would be great. But, if you want me to invest in your dream, give me something I can count.

#3 Quote

FEATHER: If I was Superwoman I would gather all the pain inside a net of woven light, a net so fine that none of the pain could escape to burden anyone ever again.

Then, inside this web of light, inside this rainbow caress, the pain will heal. The web will break. The cocoon shatters. The pain is no longer a many-legged, crawly, hairy pain but a shimmering butterfly hope, a firefly faith. A season of sequined seraphim.

If I was Superwoman I would lift this weight of sky, gather all our pain and throw it far, far away, into an outer space so deep, so dark that even our pain is a welcome brightness, signifying life.

The Afterwords include (with permission from her family) a poem by Michelle Toomey, PhD