"Kathleen Ann Goonan - Nanotech 04 - Light Music" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goose Mother)

learn that eventually. Especially because we got some of the
communion stuff before it ran out.
She is very strong and goes walking around in the mountains a
lot by herself. I think that when she goes for those walks, for weeks
at a time, carrying a pack and heading out toward James
Mountain, she is looking for the Nows, and for the things made of
light that are stuffed full of Nows. I think that they are so stuffed
full of Nows that they leaked Nows into her when she touched
them. And fried her brain, too, maybe, like Dad says. Because once
I asked her what she does in the mountains and she said, тАЬI look for
a good place to jump.тАЭ
 She calls them light-beings, and they lived in the Republic of
Texas. All kinds of strange things go on there. Everybody knows
that if you head into the Republic of Texas, anything can happen.
ThatтАЩs why we all stay here in Colorado. Anyway, they were very
bright, and told her all about many things when she touched them.
Even though they didnтАЩt talk in words but in pictures and in sounds.
ThatтАЩs when she learned that time is made of Nows.
Nows are like the points on the diagram she drew. They have
something to do with superstrings that are vibrating really, really
fast, and that are really, really small. Like beads that fill up a room
when there are a million of them are made up of trillions of things
themselves. ItтАЩs hard to picture this, but Mom says itтАЩs true, and
that a lot of things that Dania says are true, but just hard for most
people to understand. Everything we see and feel and hear is
because of this, though. And they are all like music, elided music,
which is when you slide your voice up and down. ItтАЩs what makes
everything so beautiful, like the shapes of the mountains, the colors
of flowers, the sounds of the birds singing.
One summer day I went to DaniaтАЩs house and she was drinking
gin out of a big clear bottle, and that day she told me about cities
with flowers on tops of the buildings where things that looked like
giant bees flew around, and that helped everybody communicate.
She had a photograph of one, and it was old and faded and the
things she was calling bees were just black dots in the sky like
gnats. I told her and she laughed and said it was true. But that
there were other kinds of cities in the world, cities of light and
cities that were giant antennae, and then she said that she was
supposed to be doing some work here but she was so tired and
sometimes it didnтАЩt even seem true any more. She said that it was
entirely possible that she was just a holy fool and that she was
sorry for everything, that I had to remember that she was sorry for
everything that she had done because it would affect my children
too and finally it was hard to understand her and she told me IтАЩd
better go home.
I did, but I went back later that evening and was going to visit,
but through the open window I saw that she was sitting in a chair
in her living room crying and I decided not to. Next to her was a
tiny old radio that she keeps and it was just hissing away. In the
summer nights I hear her turn it on, because my bedroom window