Sunflowers Chapter 2

Sunflowers Chapter 2

22.09.50 – Day 6 of Journey – Rana

The tip of the rocks started to look clearer as we walked. They stood out: a red blur against the sky. There was no trace of the green we’d seen from the distance. I imagined our dead bodies congealing in the mist and then breaking apart under the force of the rain. It comes down hot and fast for days, you can’t even go near the walls without feeling its unbearable presence. Eventually it slows and the floods recede, then the water cools and we can open the doors onto the top floor pavilion and walk out, washing away our cabin fever and jumping off the side of the railings into the water to swim.

Mum says the mist comes from the ocean. The sea heats up and evaporates, then it cools down and turns into rain. Not everyone agrees with her theory. The ocean as it was is thousands of miles away.

As we walked, the mist got thicker around us. The cart got harder and harder to push. We paused a moment, Jasper covering us with the thin tent of fabric so we could take off our masks and regroup for a moment. Jasper doesn’t look at any of us.

I’ll have to tear these pages out and eat them if we ever get home, but I don't like the idea of some future expedition or outsider finding this record and thinking I was some kind of victim of circumstances, any more than I was. I chose to bring her.  I had to tell Cora as our acting medic, but it wouldn't be fair to blame her for being convinced by me. I've known her my whole life, she owes me a thousand favours, and she's just too empathetic for her own good. Anyway, it seemed so minor at the time, just some minor mood swings and a scattered memory, we thought maybe we would have years before it turned into anything.

“She’s been pushing for this expedition since I was a child,” I said, “all they need is one reason to put it off permanently. And it would be so cruel, for her to wait until the end of her life and then never get to see what’s out there.”

The decline happened so rapidly after we’d left it took Jasper less than an hour to figure it out.

“How could you be so fucking stupid?”

“It’s my fault,” Cora replied, “I should have anticipated … it was wishful thinking.”

Jasper has barely spoken to us since.

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“We should wrap her arms, too,” Cora said as we began to pull the tent down.

“I’ll do it.”

I grabbed a roll from the bottom of the cart, trying not to disrupt mums cushioning too much.

“What is this?” she snapped, pushing my arm away.

“PCM,” I said, “remember?”

“I’ve never heard of that,” she shouted, “don’t lie to me.”

“It’s phase change material, to regulate temperature and …”

Cora tapped my elbow and signed, "you’ll just upset her more.”

"I won't wear it!" She yells, "it's my expedition!"

I stare down at my mother, distraught and running out of time just like the rest of us. Jasper steps up behind me and squeezes my shoulder. It's the first time she's touched me in months.

“You’re sick, mum," the words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them, "you don't understand."

She burst into tears and screams. I crawled into the cart and put my arms around her.

“We don’t have time,” Jasper says.

I don't want to write about my best friends holding my mothers arms down while I swaddled her like a screaming baby. After a while, she curled up on the bottom of the cart and sobbed with futile anger as we pushed her up towards the rocks.

“He hears me not, but o’er the yawning deep
Rides heavy; his storms are unchain’d, sheathed
In ribbed steel; I dare not lift mine eyes;
For he hath rear’d his scepter o’er the world,” I chant to her, breathless and heavy. It's all I can think to say.  I think her crying slows a little. Maybe wishful thinking.

“Can you do the sunflower one instead?” Jasper asked, “this one is depressing.”

She knows ‘The Sunflower’ is my favourite.

Through the mist, a blur of green appeared. We stopped and stared. They were small and indistinct, mottled with bright colours in the distance.We moved forward, the cart handlebar digging into my chest as I pushed. Inside, our soil samples and Jasper’s scavenged tech rattled around mum’s folded legs. I heaved in deep, sticky breaths, the humidity seeping through my mask.

The forest starts to grow around them (note one) – build up to this moment more?

The mist had reached the ground, so thick we couldn’t see our own legs. The rubble seemed to be moving under us, something sharp stuck into my leg through my suit and I cried out. I checked for a tear, and my hand closed around a spiny stalk. I kneeled and ran my hands up and down it, the texture was rough even through my gloves. I could see move, shadowy and grey stretching out around us through the mist. The stalk in my hand was vibrating, moving to twist together with more until they formed thick stems. I ripped my mask down.

“They’re growing!” I screamed, “around us – look!”

We were surrounded waist high by shadowy formations, growing taller around us at every moment. Cora threw down her pack and grabbed onto the side of the cart, and together we pushed through the stems. The stems grew over us, twining together until we were crawling forward in total darkness following the cracks and moans of our forged path.

“We’ll die here,” I heard Jasper say through heavy breaths, “but I think the air is clean.”

I noticed my mask was still hanging over my chest, and burst into hysterical gasps of laughter, falling forward against the cart. Cora steadied me.

“No one’s dying,” she said, her voice eerily calm, “not just yet.”


level two
             restoration
                            project
                                        cancelled

due to soil contamination

                            they burnt it, and then they burnt
more, she

said the smell was
unbearable: chemicals
on fire

now they weed every day
and throw the bodies over
the railings

praying
the tiny twisted roots
stay below

three
four
five

is quarantine now
we are living inside it

                                                                                         everything was in a flurry saving                                                                                                            what
she said: they
lost so much                                                                      research they
                                                                          could
they
are building   more but but

new things can be
hazardous
strange



                                                               Per di ta
                                                                  perdita
                                                                  per dit a



Perdita Perdita Perdita Perdita

Perdita
Perdita Perdita                  Perdita
Perdita Perdita
Perdita

I will rise and walk with the sun on my head
will you walk with me, will you follow the dead?

we                             grow                                  tunnels                                for                 air
I                      press                             my face                              to the glowing
      moss

my             grandmother        walks          out            sings     through        the           mist
even                                      as                                  they                   tell                           her
you’ll die that way –


                                                                                                                       as time goes on

                                                                                                                I remember ed more
                                                                                                                but with more time
                                                                                                                it’s going again

                                                                                                          because they burnt it all                                                                                                            down, they


my mother said, she can’t help it

she’s a scientist

like up at the rock

she points to the white dome in the
distance and that’s
my last memory of
her

“Rana,” the woman says, and twists her hands to make signs
she points to herself
“can you hear? can you
speak
                                                          do you know
do you know
do you know
do you

                                                           “    what’s your name?
what should we call you?”


black smog over red and white earth in all directions, scraggly trees in the distance

the                             water                               dried
from                           the                             earth                 and
gathered                                     dense and hot in the sky
and we                                      mo  ved higher and hig  her
                                        deeper                     and               deeper

they wanted to bring the world back

if                   we can                       manage to grow trees around the mountainside
                                   eventually they’ll be big enough to help deflect the heat
and stop the rising floods

it will just take

a very long time

in the mean-time
we are dying


we are burning from the ground up
                                         
                                                              we are burning from the ground up

we are burning



Rana sits near me and watches

she asks can I see so
I show her one page

she says

“You liked Amy Lowell?”
and

“What’s Perdita?

is that
your name?”

I look at her and feel
the cold grips around me
when I try to say yes

but she is looking
at me like a person so I
want to cry and then                                                         I think she likes poetry
                                                                                              her name is Perdita, she                                                                                                     nodded at me – I’m sure it was intentional communication

she’ll open up more
she’s just
in recovery

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Meeting of the City Council

Agenda

11:30AM 32.10.52

Meeting 20(52)

Location: Level 7 Dining Hall

Council opened at 11:53am

Procedural Matters

Election of Chair

Attendance

Apologies

Proxies

Membership

Adoption of Agenda

2. Confirmation of Previous Minutes

21. Minutes of City Council, Meeting 19(52)

3. Matters Arising from the Minutes

4. Correspondence

5. Motions without Notice

6. Level Representatives Reports – all submitted

7. Soil Contamination Response Update

7.1 Level Six Spread
7.2 Expedition 0 Quarantine
7.3 Expedition 0 Plant Samples

8. Inter-personal disputes (listed in attached documents)

9. Repairs/Maintenance
9.1 Recycling Machines
9.2 Irrigation Systems
9.3 Elevators
9.4 Windows: Levels 76, 82, 94 & 208
9.5 Energy Fabrics

10. Perdita

11. Other Business

12. Next Meeting