nicholasI was trying to hunt for some sort of animal with my younger brother in a dilapidated hotel. It was impossible high in altitude and we were relegated to the topmost floors of the hotel. We got into the penthouse thinking that surely we had chased it to the farthest possible point. It was completely without a roof and had those jagged, stacked brick walls that you see in bombed-out buildings. We looked out on the windows onto an impossible distant lawn area at the foot of the building. It felt vertigo-y but not in a dangerous way like it would in Second Life or some 3D universe with impossibly distorted forced perspective. There seemed to be some sort of enormous concrete slab in the center. It was in a walled garden like you occasionally see in New York and you wonder to whom they belong.
We decided to jump down and see if we could discern the goings on down below. After gliding down from a window and I found myself in an auditorium with hundreds of folding chairs and a basic community-center grade stage. There were black curtains behind and the seats were filled with nondescript figures. It felt like a rinky-dink version of a keynote speech. Someone that looked Steve Jobs-ish walked out on stage and began pontificating about something meaningless. Before I could discern the content of his speech I realized that some random in the audience had taken on the responsibility of finishing his last sentences. As I turned my head around, I realized that people were continuing his speech on a word-by-word basis and in fact, the audience was actually composed of people of varying types of Steve Jobs from specific eras of his life. There were a multitude of close-cropped, turtleneck sporting denizens interspersed with blazers wearing long-haired types, post-corporate suits etc etc. It felt like a mix between a “Rocky Horror Picture Show” screening and “Being John Malkovich”.
My feeling of fidgety mourning rapidly faded into anxiety as I realized who sat at the foot of the stage. Behind a cheap, folding table sat three life-size statues of Jack Nicholson as the Joker from “Batman”. Except for the fact that their heads were enormous, looked like massively spray-painted, animatronic bobbleheads and the eyes were completely moist and alive. They were slowly scanning the room as if recording the faces and actions of everyone present.
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