Medicine World

Today, I was counting my closing moments at work when the lady with the fuzzy, bushy, brown hair, who thinks she is a sexy devil but is better described as being overweight in a way that creates an appearance of a grandly-unappreciative attitude toward life, who is frustrated with a life that is later in the game than it should be, who enjoys  commercial television to a tremendous fault and is full of related conversation on the garbage that comes on nightly, got really pissed off when someone didn’t fill the paper tray in the printer, started slamming trays and bits and pieces of the copier, slammed the door to the paper supply cabinet so hard, I was sure it disintegrated , the crash making the ears ring in dour representations of hell.

I crouched down. I was afraid of being at work, afraid of staying in the room, but I had no choice.

My brother and I have a big square basement which allows us to go furious with our hobby that has turned magical. We have 16 carpentry horses and 16 4-by-4 pieces of cheap, one-inch plywood that splinters when we don’t watch the animated way it participates in our creation work.

We create paper houses, paper towns, paper rivers, paper mountains, and paper people. We build other things out of paper and work our tricky Medicine World. You don’t need Medicine World, but we do. We’re not fit for your world so we create a world like yours but our Medicine World likes who we are and how we live in spirit. It’s been our miracle cure, but even better lately as the paper has been literally animated, and we are sure that the magic of god hangs in our basement. We don’t know why.

I narrate my potent, latent fears to my brother and he creates the brown-haired lady from two pieces of construction paper. He sets her down, and she waves her arm at the copier made brilliantly by my brother out of the testy pink paper. She fills the copier in the most compassionate fashion and there is not one crash or bang. I am made to feel more peaceful in Medicine World, and the end of the day in our special world brought me to the opposing type of mood, an endearing mood of an angelic peace.


Another Inspiration Monday, InMon XII! I am not familiar with the book by the name, but I used the prompt Paper towns. I had hundreds of scenes that kept coming to mind, and I’m not certain I picked a good one.

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  1. #1 by carldagostino on May 20, 2011 - 4:38 am

    I had my students create buildings to create a city out of cardboard. Or at least i intended to. Each was to make a house first. I gave out 3 plans for house options with measurements and patterns so the house would be no bigger than 5×5 inches. What a disaster . I got things that were mere shoe boxes with a marker drawn window and door or wood contraptions the size of dog houses. Not a single one followed directions, used the pattern and had no idea what a ruler is. Half did not turn in anything. That ended this project. Building a mini city was to be the poetry of architecture. It turned out to be the poetry of kindling.

    • #2 by Carl on May 20, 2011 - 6:52 pm

      poetry of kindling! When did we start asking students to follow directions?

  2. #3 by screen_scribbla on May 20, 2011 - 3:51 pm

    We all need our Medicine Worlds to retreat to. Especailly the ladies with fuzzy, bushy, brown hair who watch too much TV.

    • #4 by Carl on May 20, 2011 - 6:57 pm

      There aren’t enough medicine worlds to go around!

  3. #5 by bekindrewrite on May 20, 2011 - 7:28 pm

    I like it. It reminds me of C.S. Lewis and his brother, Warnie, writing stories about the land of Boxen. I totally wish I had a basement and a bunch of carpentry horses.

    • #6 by Carl on May 20, 2011 - 10:52 pm

      Thank you for your comment. I think I’d like that kind of basement too!

  4. #7 by MyWordsWhisper on May 20, 2011 - 9:45 pm

    Hmm, I need to start building some of those medicine world paper people, NOW.
    Enjoyed the concept and your use of the prompt!

    • #8 by Carl on May 20, 2011 - 10:53 pm

      Thank you so much for your comment!

  5. #9 by pattisj on May 23, 2011 - 10:56 pm

    Paper towns must be the poor man’s version of a miniature railroad setup.

    • #10 by Carl on May 24, 2011 - 7:42 am

      Yes, perhaps more psychologically beneficial. Thanks for the comment.

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