July 6
I scratch out the time and meeting location from the previous note, making them illegible. Underneath, I write:
“Send temporal agent disguised as mall security, position them at 3:00pm at District entrance to mall. A theft will be observed; keep the thief in the mall for at least two hours. Do not recognize Maris du Maquette until the theft is resolved, at around 5:30pm.”
As an afterthought, I add this.
“PS. I never said the guy was blonde. Watch that next time.”
Saturday, August 12, 2000
I stand there in front of the Hot Topic, watching people go by. The fountain is on today. It’s old– probably as old as the mall, honestly– so it doesn’t get turned on very often. However, once in a while, when the heat of the world outside warrants the cool mist it scatters over passers-by, the mall turns it on.
I like to think that it’s actually a response to the ugliness of the outside world, and that turning it on more creates beauty than evaporation. Still, that’s probably just me.
Maris and I said goodbye here a week ago, when I was astonished to see that Mister Roger’s Lad of Make-Believe had been replaced by the fountain that it, itself, would replace. The cop never gave me his name, but said that there were an alarming number of anachronisms piling up in the last few months.
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