Cooling off on a summer’s day eating sweet, cold watermelon, my mind drifts.
I usually think of John Cougar Mellencamp and try to figure out some bizarre rebus that would involve and American toilet, a member of the cat family, and a melon singing show tunes.
Then my mind wanders to Richard Brautigan and his novel In Watermelon Sugar.
“Our lives we have carefully constructed from watermelon sugar and then travelled to the length of our dreams, along roads lined with pines and stones.”
It is a strange, poetical book. Baffling but beautiful. There’s a place in the book, published in 1968, called iDEATH. If Apple made guns…