Faerie-Tale: 'Dartmouth'

A 'faerie-humanoid' offers his camouflaged Bugle-editorial on the form(s) of conscious imagination erecting socialized dusk.

A 'faerie-tale' of civilization 'journalism' inspired by the excellent metaphysics-exposition Photographing Fairies. Thanks for reading, 

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I've been noticing the strangeness of human civilization from afar for some time now, as mankind has endured the tribulations of the Holocaust and Coronavirus and thinking about the lurking 'veiled' danger(s) of Earthly darkness, arguably exemplified in the 'eerie' mannerisms of animalia/creatures of wildlife who serve as the 'silent witnesses' to human follies.

I noticed an alligator, quite stealthy, crawling into a water-system and making its 'nasty way' into a water-body by a major North American city, perhaps seeking to 'prowl' into the sewers or streets and creating a 'ruckus' indicative of a reported 'anarchy' we might 'daydream' about in a horror-film like Alligator or Leviathan. 

The reason I'm telling you about this civilization 'anthropology' metaphysics report is because I'm not actually a human being at all. In fact, I'm a 'faerie' (miniature flying-winged humanoid of the Earth-forest(s) with a message about wisdom or warning!) and am currently 'disguised' as a 'transformed-humanoid' to wander around this North America city by the water-body in which I spotted the 'prowling' symbolic alligator-creature who might 'invade' civilization sanity/security almost like a dark angel. I'm a faerie-humanoid, and I'm not trying to 'persuade' you into thinking the existence of the 'guardian' faerie-being indicates a strong position on the accessibility of the civilization 'antidote' to the 'darkness' illuminated by the city-lurking alligator I spotted while flying around away from my nearby woods with my other faerie comrades!

Now, I'm a photojournalist in that very-same North American city by the water-body in which I spotted the symbolic/lurking alligator of darkness. My citizenship-alias/name currently is Amlan Satan, and I write for the Bugle. This is one of my editorials for the Bugle, certainly/obviously, and I'm wandering around the very-same city in the colder autumn season, masked and hatted and wearing sunglasses on a bright morning (Saturday), taking note(s) of the traffic fears in this post-9/11 era of urban institutional amenities security consciousness (in this modern era of terrorism-oriented commercial urban activity 'unrest').

I keep in my leased North American city-apartment a sculpture-figurine of a symbolic/iconic "Red-Faerie" being (which I've named Dartmouth) and use it as a personal/private 'muse' to contemplate what kind of reports/editorials I'm generating for the re-presentation of manmade 'darkness' in this post-9/11 era and what a 'faerie-humanoid' might offer to a city-dweller in regards to 'accessible' metaphysical dreams!

As I wander around this city with my camera and prepare to assemble a photo-book collage with my typewriter for the Bugle, I think about the 'things' that constitute everyday sanity/security feelings in manmade civilization (e.g., Starbucks, Planet Hollywood, Home Shopping Network, ActiVision, Nickelodeon, MTV, NASDAQ, Discovery, etc.). I wonder about that 'lurking alligator' who reminds us of the general socialized 'destabilization' unpredictably found in forms of crime, terrorism, corruption, or sloth! What's the cure to mob-flow related human unrest (e.g., sectarian hate-crimes on Earth)?

I decide to take in a movie on Netflix on my handy-dandy/nifty Dell-laptop on a Saturday eve, and I notice the themes/imagery re-presented in the psyche-oriented film about mob-psychology 'intrigue' and wonder (seriously!) about the 'quality' of dream-catchers in human civilization! Are human beings naturally disposed to the form(s) of darkness reflected in its socially mounted/marketed 'nightmares' of distance(s)?

Then, the following Sunday afternoon, I decide to go to a flaming Stanley Cup playoffs-game (Canadian) and think of the 'joys' of media-broadcast sportsmanship and the notion of clarified social activity in times of general global unrest/woe (e.g., Russo-Ukrainian War) and start to formulate the ideas for my Bugle editorial(s) concerning 'organized' furies.

I'm later assigned to a fanzine-fashion shoot about an immigrant Eastern European model who fled the Russo-Ukrainian 'scene' and unrest to pursue her 'capitalism' career in the United States. I take photos of the stunning model in her summertime beach-ad wear and jot ideas about those 'sensory' links between human conceptualizations of beauty...or disorder!

BUGLE PROLOGUE: Whether or not 'faeries' are imaginable is not as significant as civilization fear(s) of detention.

The 'moral' of this civilization 'faerie-tale' is that the quality of human consciousness is one of 'wrought' endurance through times of confusion/darkness! That's what that 'lurking alligator' reminded me, after all! There's always the forms of violence/anarchy that 'test' social distances and conceptions of real woe. However, it's (arguably) in the 'beauty-magic' of storytelling/photography that we may find those delicate 'threads' of conceivable dragons.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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