Since this is a rather grim page, I thought for the blog I would share a random thought I had today that turned into quite a black humor romp through childhood tales. The thought was this:
What if 1000 years from now the only remnants of our culture are Dr. Seuss stories passed down by oral tradition? What would that look like?
Upon further thought, I decided that in my version of this strange future, the stories would all get morbid and mashed together in disturbing ways. This was my version of the Seussian legends of our distant future:
“And then the Great Grinch, rather than look upon the Grinning Cat in the Daboo Dori Hat, plucked out his own great green eyes and laid them on the back of one fish, two fish, a red fish, and a blue fish.
The fish hopped on the back of their Pop, and, not knowing the places they would go, carried the eyes to the war-torn realm of the Sneetches.
Here, the eyes were snatched up by the Sneetches without stars and presented to the great warlord, the Lorax, who spoke for the trees, those silent monoliths that stalked the battle ground, smothering their victims in truffula fur.
The Lorax took them to the wise sage, Sam I Am, and asked for the sage’s advice on their use. Sam I Am declared the warlord boil the green eyes in salt water and eat them indoors with the flesh of a mouse.
The Lorax, thinking Sam I Am was attempting to make him look like a fool, had the sage put to death. “I do not like that Sam-I-Am,” he said. “Let the fox lie in a box, and may the train carry his body with his false green eggs into the dark.”
What are your future ancient myths? If something of our current culture, whether a book or film or fandom, was passed down from one person to another in the form of traditions and ritual, what would that look like in 1000 years?
…”Drink this Butterbeer, for it is my childhood delight.”