The signs began early. Lashed with a fire hose, they looked like sinuous threats. It took the message.“Turn back, stranger." Private and Dead End.I roll into the twilight and regret the timing. In an hour, it is pitch black here. Stops at a gate. Waiting.
Slowly the gate begin to turn inward and I drive through. It closes immediately behind me. In front of me a narrow winding gravel road lined with trees in the swamp. I pass car wrecks slowly consumed by the jungle. On the stems hanging signs. “Turn back,” it says again.
I roll slowly past. Behind a curve, a dragon, and behind the next a gigantic one. It sits under a mighty tree. Rolling on. Strangely, it didn’t followed me with its eyes did it? More cars among the trees. Then the vegetation opens. A heart-shaped lake with a cracker shack and a water wheel dominates the impressions to the
right and at the end of the lake a courtyard.
A house with a front porch is lazily to the left. A tall Cowboy loafing in the shadows in front. I recognize him. It’s JJ, the man who invited me.
The wind turns and a whole car swings around its own axis. I look instinctive to the right while shaking hand
-Ahh, That I built many years ago, he says. It goes nowhere. It is my weathervane. Everything I build