Jim Krusoe - The Sleep Garden

Where are we?

How did we come here?

Where are we going?

And anyway, who lies sleeping here with us?

Wherever that is

I mean wherever we are.

To begin: the Burrow is a low mound that rises out of the ground. It rests on what would be, if not for the Burrow itself, a vacant lot on the edge of town, though not the farthest edge. On one end of the lot, on the west side of the Burrow, and far enough away so there are no drainage problems, is a small pond. What kind of pond? Picture a body of water about the size of a supermarket parking lot, with stands of cattails, frogs, tadpoles, and such, plus various insects, both on the water and flying above it. This pond grows larger in spring and in summer shrinks to the size of, say, a convenience store parking lot. In the fall and winter it stays somewhere roughly between the two extremes. On its eastern shore is a tree, possibly a cypress, but possibly something else entirely. A sad fact about the people who live in this town is that nobody knows much of anything about the names of trees.

Still, like so many other things in the world, this particular burrow is more than its name implies. This burrow has people living in it. It has five or six tenants, depending on how many of its apartments are rented at any given time, because, as you probably guessed, the Burrow is really an apartment building, and although it isnt called the Burrow in any formal sense its never had any formal name at all it was the Burrows neighbors, the very same ones who cant seem to tell one tree from another, who called it that back when it was first constructed. So to this day, whether out of affection or derision, the Burrow is how people, including those who live inside it, refer to the place. And while its true that some of the children in the neighborhood say the Burrow is scary, no one offers any specifics. Its the kind of place that children like to pretend is scary on principle. Its part of being a child, and certainly that doesnt stop those same children from playing in the pond next to it when school isnt in session, albeit giving the Burrow a glance from time to time to make sure theres nothing frightening rushing toward them from it as they play.

So picture a mound of dirt with things growing out of the top, plants, new shoots, weeds, but having a front door, and you are picturing the Burrow.

Meanwhile, inside the Burrow, Jeffery is thinking this: Suppose a person spent his whole life being way ahead of the curve, was berbrilliant, far in front of every other person in the world who was also working on whatever problem this first person was working on, so incredibly advanced, et cetera, et cetera, that those in his dust were totally blind to the fact there was even anyone out in front of them? They would look, of course, but all they would see was a big dust cloud, without having the slightest idea what was causing it. And correspondingly, when the genius, or whatever you want to call him, looked behind, and squinted through the dust of his own making, those others werent visible.

But then, Jeffery thinks, one day, maybe thirty or forty years after this genius first embarked on his journey and the dust from the cloud settled, he happened to look back once again, and this time, because there wasnt any more dust at all, he could see for sure there was nobody following him. There was only an empty plain, or road, or stage, or whatever you want to call it. In other words, whoever had been back there trailing after him must have taken a whole different path, or several different paths. So there he was wherever there was completely alone. But heres the thing: out of all those people who, a long time ago, were working on the same idea as he was, nobody cared. Every one of them had moved on to other projects, much better and more timely ones, and as a result, the genius was not ahead of anyone anymore. Hed been totally forgotten and whatever he might have done, whatever he did, meant nothing. Zero.

And as for this supposed genius, what word would Jeffery use to describe him?

Jeffery is in his midthirties and has hair the color of untoasted whole-wheat sandwich bread. Hes still in fairly good shape because he exercises every day squats, sit-ups, push-ups right next to his bed first thing every morning. Though hes starting to develop a little pot on his stomach, its not unusual for his age. He tells himself he needs to lay off the starch, but hasnt gotten around to it. Its not that big a deal.

Also: in addition to the problem with identifying their trees, none of the towns inhabitants seem to be able to pronounce the name of their own town, St. Nils.

That is, they can and do pronounce it in one of two ways: Saint Niles, like the river, or Nils, which rhymes with pills, but it appears they have no idea which one is correct.

The fact is, it was Raymond who inspired this idea of the alleged genius-person-so-far-ahead-of-everyone-else to pop into Jefferys head, and Jefferys first Raymond-as-a-genius thought came when he was smack in the middle of Raymonds living room in the Burrow, sitting on Raymonds couch surrounded by a humongous number of decoys: on wall shelves, on tables, even lined up along the baseboards. Raymond had carved each one, and now, apparently, he waited for some mysterious future event to move them out of there. In addition to the finished decoys there were also several piles of lumber for future decoys. There were also open cans of paint leaking fumes and smelling up the place not a bad smell, but, well. . paint, and of course Raymond was living in the middle of all this.

Then Raymond sat down on the recliner opposite the couch and made it recline by means of a lever on one side. Next, he took off his right shoe, propped his right foot up on the part of the recliner that had turned into a little platform, and allowed his left foot, its shoe still on, to rest quietly on the rug.

So while it was clear that Raymond had a vision, Jeffery still had a hard time working out precisely what vision that might be.

Is he a genius or a complete idiot?

And, for that matter, what would you call Jeffery for thinking all of this?