in a millennium1 or two, a seeming paradox2 of our civilization will be best understood by those men versed3 in the methods of counter-archaeology. They will study us not by digging into the earth but by climbing vast dunes4 of industrial rubble5 and mutilated steel, seeking to reach the tops of our buildings. Here they'll chip lovingly at our spires6, mansards, turrets7, parapets, belfries, water tanks, flower pots, pigeon lofts8 and chimneys.
I turned south on Broadway.
Scaling our masonry9 they will identify the encrustations of twentieth-century art and culture, decade by decade, each layer simple enough to compare with the detritus10 at ground level — our shattered bank vaults11, cash registers, safes, locks, electrified12 alarm systems and armored vehicles. Back in their universities in the earth, the counter-archaeologists will sort their reasons for our demise13, citing as prominent the fact that we stored our beauty in the air, for birds of prey14 to see, while placing at eye level nothing more edifying15 than hardware, machinery16 and the implements17 of torture.
Hanes was sitting in the last car on the downtown local. The package angled out of an airline bag between his feet. I sat next to him, drawing a tap on the wrist. The noise was devastating18, a series of bending downriver screams. Conversing19 I tilted20 my head and spoke21 directly into his ear. There were four or five other people in the car. Hanes looked weak and sick, a reproduction of my image in the mirror when I first arrived at Great Jones and cut myself shaving.
"What do you want?" I said.
"There's a rumor22 you're in New York living in an old building on some obscure street. Seriously, that's the strongest rumor about you right now. I've been to enough places lately to know which rumors23 are current and choice. I've been through so many time zones I'm almost bodiless."
"What places?"
"Literally24 or figuratively?" he said. "Literally about fifteen cities in three countries. Thought I had a sure sale at one point. Not quite, as it turned out. Question of ethics25, they said. Time zones nearly did me in. I couldn't write my name on a traveler's check. ì couldn't add simple figures. That was the literal journey I took. Figuratively I lived in a lamasery in Tibet, being guided through the mysteries of the highest level of death. That's what my whole vacation was about. Death-in-life. A string of make-believings. I moved through progressions of passive trains of thought. Nobody wanted to use me. I was prepared to be used. I did everything but take out ads in the newspapers. It was all a mistake. I'm meant to ride elevators floor to floor. More than that requires the mettle26 of demigods like yourself. I'm meant to crouch27 in stairwells reading interoffice mail. There's a tremendous lure28 to becoming bodiless. I see it but fear it. It's like a junkie's death. A junkie's death is beautiful because it's so effortless."
Hanes insisted on changing trains every few stops. We spent the afternoon this way, shouting into each other's head, standing29 on platforms, hurrying through barren tunnels, altering our level of descent from train to train. In the last car again, somewhere beneath the ruck of Red Hook, we saw a boy and two girls steal a sleeping derelict's shoes. The man stirred, then curled more tightly into the bouncing seat. Opening the door between cars, the three children headed for the heart of the train.
"Too young to understand the dignity of shoes," Hanes said.
"Why did you call me?"
"I keep moving. I haven't stopped since I got back. Those people are not pleased with me. You'll have to intervene, Bucky. Return the product to Happy Valley with my deepest regrets for the delay involved. My vacation ends tomorrow morning. I'm due back at the office. Clearly I can't appear in such an obvious place with Bohack lathered30 up the way he undoubtedly31 is. What do I do then? I can't go to my apartment. I can't keep riding subways. I can't get on another plane and soar away. You'll have to intervene."
"No good," I said.
"You'll have to tell them you've got the product and it's theirs for the asking, no harm done, just show a little compassion32 toward Hanes, boys, he forgot himself and tried to turn dealer33. His fatal taste for silver. But no harm done, right, boys?"
"You don't need me. Do it yourself. Just give it back and say you're sorry. I'm tired of that package. Don't want to see it anymore."
"My vacation ends tomorrow," he said.
We changed trains one more time. A woman wearing torn clothing and a surgical34 mask stood laced to one of the poles. About a dozen young students got on, dressed in black, nodding their bodies to the train's demonic flutter, serene35 rabbinical boys, hair solemnly curlicued, their ears like desert fruit. A man brought up battle sounds from his scarred throat. Creatures of the subway passed through the weaving cars. A woman across the aisle36, carrying fifteen or twenty shopping bags inside each other, leaned forward and spoke to us.
"What happened to all the young men on shore leave from the air force? You never see them anymore. What's been done to them? There's something fishy37 going on. People know it in their bones but they won't say it out loud. Everybody's missing. Little by little everybody's disappearing. In our bones we know it."
We got off the train and walked through a series of cold passageways. Hanes carried the airline bag cradled to his chest. A strange wind lingered in the tunnels. The stone walls seemed to have a refrigerating effect and I submerged myself in my coat. Train-noise reverberated38 over our heads and beyond the blank walls. A small man stood in position before a monolithic39 hooded40 trash container, a neat stack of newspapers in his arms, waiting to be added to. I turned a corner and moved toward the stairway.
"You have to talk to them, Bucky. Make jokes. Tell them what a slimy child I am. Once they're off balance, move in with the old show-biz compassion."
"No good."
"The dignity of shoes," Hanes said. "The dignity of a record changer with a solid walnut41 base. The dignity of room equalizers. The dignity of a custom designed speaker component42 group."
I left him in the subway. There was still about an hour of light and it wasn't nearly as cold on the street as it had been below. A woman and two men looked closely at me, gesturing almost imperceptibly to each other as I walked past them. I stood across the street from the building on Great Jones, realizing I'd never before considered it as a total unit, having limited myself, in the visual idiom of the area, to the lower parts of small tenements43, the middle and upper parts of the cast-iron titans. There wasn't much to see, no tilted skylight or skinny minaret44, just Fenig hunching45 past his window. Beauty enough for the upward diggers. The poet's noble bones buried with his manuscripts.
After Hanes, events moved with virgin46 speed. The time was near when I'd have to return my body to the thermal47 regions and so I made minor48 raids on the night, a kind of training procedure, venturing out on circular journeys, extending the radius49 each succeeding time. Virgin speed. The thermal regions. Each succeeding time. The first event after Hanes was a phone call from California. Dodge50. I hadn't talked to him since I'd left the tour in Houston and it took me several seconds to place the voice. Dodge played bass51 guitar in the last two groups I'd headed, a loose-limbed scrawl52 of a boy, never more at home than when having his stomach pumped. Our connection was excellent.
"Azarian's throat's been cut. They found him in the back of a gutted53 TV set that was sitting in a vacant lot in Watts54."
"Strange," I said.
"It was a real big Magnavox console. He was stuffed into the back. Dead about ten hours when they found him. My mother's been trying to reach him all day."
"Strange. So strange."
"My mother's a spiritualist. I don't know if you knew that, Bucky. She's getting real good at it. But she thinks Azarian might be too far away. She can't establish voice contact. The vibrations55 are there. It's just that he's too far away to talk to."
"Weird56," I said. "Oh so weird."
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