Hole to China

"Unfortunately, Enid is so smart, so advanced, and so ironically doubled back upon herself, that most of the people she meets don't get the message." From a review of "Ghost World". 

The hole in the back yard was directed to China. Towards escape. It did not arrive. The path to China was in a fenced enclave in the back left corner of the yard, northwest, a garden, perhaps, in intent at least. 

Was the unattractive boy unattractive by not being there, save in his own world? What, in fact, in that mysterious net qualified as attractive? Playing football? Having the trust to believe that someone faced would be there tomorrow? 

The boy would retreat, as later would the man, from the least hint of being unwanted. The phone in the hall, the age of endless conversations, a girl's voice on the other end, what would he think of one who pestered another with unwanted conversation? The last call, perhaps. 

A construction - a plywood box, filled with sand, the sand surrounding some heavy object, forgotten, nailed, hermetic, varnished, sealed, ambiguous, freighted with religious significance. 

The creation of freighted symbols without overtly express meaning, prototypical icons, continued. Two rocks piled, glazed stoneware pieces in a niche on a cliffside somewhere usually unwalked, that could listen for the wind unseen.

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