Rabbit Hole (1500)
Whats the point? he thought to himself, there must be some point, and then just this side of flipping the bird to a meaningless page and just that side of three-sheets-to-the-wind, Joel found himself falling.
He was squeezed.
And he was stretched.
And then thought vanished into inky blackness, and blackness into a great star-speckled expanse of blueness, and he was falling.
An enormous vista of greens and browns and yellows and purples opened beneath him, and all he could think was "oh dear, this is very high up," and down near his right foot there was a great blueness that mirrored the starry sky as wind and clouds rushed past his ears, and he hoped hopelessly for a lake, for a haystack, for anything, and then green rushed at him like a locomotive, resolving into trees and a house and a small brook, and with an unpleasant but altogether non-fatal thump, he hit the ground.
He lay there for a moment in the loamy leaves, then swiveled his head to check his limbs were still attached. To his mild surprise, they were, so he stood himself up and brushed off his clothes.
A man walked into him from behind.
"Whoops!" said the man, as Joel tumbled back into the leaves. He reached down and gave Joel a hand up, then looked him up and down. "You're very dirty, you know."
Joel pushed the man aside and brushed himself off again. "I wouldn't be dirty if you hadn't knocked me down."
"Now, now," the man said, clicking his tongue, "there's no need for personal remarks."
Joel blinked.
"I'm Shel, by the way," said the man. He had gray hair and an air of southern haberdashery about him.
Joel extended his hand, but the man just looked at it, then back up at Joel. He gave up, and said simply, "Joel."
"No, Shel," said Shel, and he turned and began walking away.
Joel hurried after him. "Wait, Shel. Can you tell me where I am?"
Shel stopped and looked at him again. "In olden days, theyd say here." He tapped Joel's chest. "But modern science says you're here." He tapped Joels head. Then he resumed walking.
Odder and odder. Joel tried again. "Do you know how I got here?"
"Well, that you can answer for yourself." Shel kept walking, looking straight ahead.
"No I dont know, or what would be the point of asking?" Joel was getting exasperated.
"No? Well. In order to get to Here, you must pass through Somewhere. But in order to pass through Somewhere, it must in fact be Somewhere, for if it were not, then it would be Nowhere, and everyone knows that Nowhere is awfully different from Somewhere. You haven't been Nowhere, for Nowhere only leads Nowhere, and so you must have passed through Somewhere. You see? Now would you like to come in?"
And as Shel finished this confusing speech, Joel realized that they had come to the house he had seen while falling. It was an oddly proportioned little thing, twenty feet tall and ten feet wide, with only a front door and a single window visible on the front of the house. He couldnt see the sides, but from what he could see of the fence he guessed it was only ten feet in that direction as well.
All right, said Joel, goggling. Then as he hurried to catch up to Shel again, he said, I dont suppose you can tell me how to get back?
The man frowned at him, and looked thoughtful. I guess you'll have to find the wabe, he said, and at Joels puzzled look he went on, "You know, where the sidewalk ends," as though that explained everything.
And where does it end?
Full of questions today, arent we? Lets try Somewhere.
Well I suppose the wabe must be somewhere.
Not necessarily. It depends on your point of view. Shel opened the front door and marched into and through the house, which was a great deal larger within than without.
Joel hurried to keep up with Shel, who was awfully spry for his age. After theyd walked a good hundred yards or so, there was still no sign of an end to the house, and he could no longer see the front door. Whats the point of such a large house? he wondered aloud.
There are several points of view. Ah, yes, were coming to one now. Shel came to a stop in front of what looked to be the back door, which Joel wouldve sworn hadnt been there a moment before. Keep your head now.
And then Shel opened the back door, and they stepped through.
Joel rubbed his eyes. There were no trees, no brook or garden fence; they were now in a city. But what a city! In the distance were several skyscrapers, and right alongside them, what appeared to be a mile-high stack of garbage. The houses around him were all proportioned like Shels house, and along the street in front of him an enormous snail was making its stately, deliberate way. On the front lawn of one of the houses was an enormous hat. But no. He looked againit was a boa constrictor that had just eaten something.
Now were Somewhere, said Shel, So youd better start looking.
A large triangle rolled by on the street, crashing into a square. They went down in a heap, then leapt up and began shoving each other and yelling. But if it could be anywhere, what would be the point?
The point? Shel gave him a pitying look. Youll never find it with that attitude. He pondered for a moment. And no, it cant be Anywhere. Its definitely Somewhere.
Oh, this is nonsense, said Joel, and he stormed off down the sidewalk. If he was looking for where it ended, he might as well start.
After walking a few blocks, he began to regret his haste in abandoning Shel, for he now had no notion where he was or where he was going. Although, he reflected, this was small loss, as he had no notion before, either.
Perhaps he should ask for directions. But the next man he passed had wild eyes and an enormous beard, so long that he carried the end of it and wrapped the rest around himself. The next man was swathed in grime and buzzing with flies, and Joel found he didnt want directions that badly.
As he walked further, the houses got sparser, and the street became more cracked and crazed. The sidewalk, too. Could he be closer to where it ended?
A sudden high-pitched squeak brought him up short. He looked around for the source of the noise.
Down here, came a squeaky voice.
He looked down. There, near his feet, was a man who couldnt have been more than one inch tall. I didnt see you down there.
Obviously not, said the man. You nearly stepped on me!
Sorry, said Joel. Say, I dont suppose you could tell me where I am?
Youre coming up on the edge of the world. The ledge where everything stops and you can fall forever if youre not careful.
Is that where the sidewalk ends?
Hmm? No, the edge and wabe are different, though people do confuse them. Might as well go to the edge as Anywhere.
Joel kept on, but a bit more carefully now. He wouldnt want to fall off the edge. He passed a man sitting on his own head, who waved cheerfully at him, and a man with a very long neck, who glowered.
At last, the houses and gardens and mailboxes stopped altogether, and he came to the edge. There was nothing fancy about it. No waterfalls, no golden rainbows. Everything just stopped. A sign warned him to be careful.
There you are, said a voice behind him. It was Shel.
Joel was suddenly furious. Whats the point of all this? He gestured at the edge, the odd houses, the enormous stack of garbage still visible in the distance. None of it makes any sense!
Should it?
Well of course it should. There must be some meaning behind it. But even as he said this, he wasnt sure. Did everything have to have meaning? Could there be things with no meaning; things that just were, for sheer perversity or the joy of existing, or just because?
Maybe not everything had to have a point. Maybe there were moments when you had to let go of searching for meaning and realize that meaningless things could exist, and that it was perfectly ok.
He found that he was standing halfway between the sidewalk and the road, on a small strip of grass he hadnt noticed before. A faint, cool peppermint scent came on the wind.
Joel leapt off the edge.
He was stretched.
And he was squeezed.
And then he was staring again at a page full of meaninglessness and a half-empty bottle of whiskey. He smiled.