Thursday, 28 June 2012

Swarm Reigns

We have a destination.

Some runner called Buggy has a crew holed up in a town back on mainland Canada. Got his own little commune together. Apparently they move - Kari met up with them in Ohio. She has all sorts of stories. A bohemian lot in the extreme. When they're not on the move they set down roots. They pass the time taking hallucinogens, staging group sex parties and poring over the kinds of philosophy and spiritual books that would make your head spin even without the LSD and the glazing of other peoples' sweat. All the life and love and magic they can cram into what time left they have, apparently. They tried to talk Kari into joining them but the rumours that she maimed some other runner caught their attention halfway through her stay. But now they're offering us somewhere to stay, some company, and a free exchange of information. Apparently he's not a blogger - he gets his issues down via automatic writing. Tomes of it. Could be an interesting read, though the drugs and "magic" doesn't really sound like my cup of tea.

Sometimes it feels like no-one's satisfied with just the simple pleasures of a nice sit down.

Can't say I've ever heard of this Buggy before. No blog but at the very least, he seems like enough of a character to have a reputation. Has anyone else heard of him before at all?

Anyway, it's a shame we're leaving here. Vancouver Island is really nice, especially this time of year. It makes me wish I had my camera, I could show you guys. But instead, we're headed for some little ski town called Revelstoke, and the hippie collective that waits for us. Kari better be right about this, or it'll be a massive waste of time.

Thursday, 14 June 2012

Lines Across Eye

So Kari has a theory. She's insisting that they know about these blogs, that they're using them to follow us. She keeps saying that if we stop posting on our blogs, they won't know where we are. Something about the blogging being a

what was the word she used?

a histemin...something. I looked it up. It's the response to a disease, like sneezing. A way to try and fix illness, and often enough it just spreads it. But she thinks it's a compulsion. She's on radio silence, and she doesn't know I'm writing.

I think she's talking crap, and Natalie agrees. We're humouring her with the blogging - as far as she knows - but we're staying connected. Not that we could tell if they weren't tracking us. Kari's insisting that we move every other day, with a rest day inbetween. She's even more paranoid about moving around than we are.

Kari's...Kari's something we weren't ready for. She's very, very good at hiding what's wrong with her. Very convincing. She's been hiding it for a while now, you can tell. But at the same time, around the edge? Emotionally crippled, unflinchingly exploitative, unhesitatingly criminal. When the fa├žade falls, Natalie can barely control her, and I'm at a loss here. At the same time, though, she seems like she's being sincere to us, and it's been almost a month, so I guess we'll have to trust her.

Then again, we have no idea what her agenda is. And she has one. She's smart, smarter than either of us by a long way. I can only hope her goals runs parallel to our own. I want to trust her but I can't shake the notion that she'd stab us in the back with even the slightest provocation. I want to be able to talk to Natalie about this. I know she must be feeling the same way. I could see the relief at having someone else around give way to her panic at who she'd gotten weeks ago. But it's impossible to get her alone. Kari's always there. Either way, I'm losing confidence that this will end well for anyone involved here.