Zeppelinfeld

Everything changed the day I found that strange alien machine


Everything changed the day I found that strange alien machine. Or rather, everything would have changed that day, if I had indeed found a strange alien machine. Which I didn't. Instead I found a mushy pile of old porn magazines in the parking lot near the Zeppelin Field. I prodded them with a stick, which is about all you can do to a wet stack of vintage German pornography. You really don’t want to get any closer, or come into contact with such a thing. Who knows how much of the moisture comes from atmospheric phenomenon.

Literary material aside, the former Nazi rally grounds are not really a good place to find highly sophisticated technology from outer space. There are various reasons as to why this may be, with the two most popular being a) why would super advanced extra-terrestrial beings be leaving their technology scattered, and b) if there are no alien machines being dropped anywhere else, why would they be dropped off here? Which brought me to the question that had been plaguing me for the last hour or so: what was up with all the thoughts of alien technology laying around under a pile of leaves I had been having? Made no sense. So I tossed the stick I had used to poke at the magazine aside, and kept making my way around the artificial lake.

Autumn is stereotypical here, I realized. You do a Google image search of autumn, and you see forests with the leaves changing colour and blanketing the ground and think ‘well that’s completely ripped off from here’. The leaves falling in strange patterns is mesmerizing, and makes for profound thoughts. Like, if this were a videogame, I would be more than impressed with the physics engine, the environmental effects are really impressive. Also, my hard drive may be permanently damaged and should probably do some maintenance, having just realized I had forgotten the PIN number to my bank card. A PIN number I had been using extensively for the past year or so.

Now I just hope I don’t forget my way back home .

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