edifice love

saturday, september 27, 2003

Erica takes me to a house in Coronado where she once worked. Surprisingly, southeast Coronado is all nature preserve (I never noticed) and parkland. It’s all owned by the Navy. On our way to the house I also notice how dramatic the mountains are just across the bay, starting right at the border, east of San Ysidro. So tall and steep and rocky that you could never hike anywhere from town and find a flat place to camp in one day.

This house is watched over by a woman named Diane. She is very strict, and enforces all the rules of the house, which are broadcast on Big Brother-style screens in all the rooms. It’s a historic house, you see, and people visiting it must act out certain historical traditions.

After waking, I fell asleep again briefly and dreamt I was watching a short animated clip. It’s a big city. The narrator describes it as “A somewhat rough neighborhood, slight decay visible in the corners…” We see a strange symbolic representation of a man having sex with a building. The building is comical and cartoonish; a transparent blue shell with a forty-foot tall woman inside. The man is regular-sized and repeatedly throws himself against the woman, bouncing off her thighs, breasts, and stomach and shouting over and over things like “Whoo! I loves ya!”. We see this from every angle possible, but the most common is from below, right between her feet. She wears giant white concrete underwear. So strange.