The globe sits on a large wooden desk, an old mahogany desk in a home library that has floor to ceiling books. There is even one of those ladders that rolls around on casters. Think of the kind Audrey Hepburn used in “Funny Face”.
It is a library of a wealthy family. Who they are and where this house is located is not so important. The house looks like an old château, or castle, or some kind of mansion in Rhode Island. It is not unlike the large house in Kubrick’s “Eyes Wide Shut” but with no trace of the accompanying hedonism… at least not on the night I was there. I attended one of those dinner parties where you feel like a bit of a fraud for being there, because of the setting. That is probably why I needed to find an escape. Excusing myself to use the bathroom, I began to open one of the many doors set along the hallway that led out of the dinning room.
This is when I first encountered the globe. It was a bit out of place, a strange sphere that didn’t automatically identify itself. It was made of the same material as most of the objects in the library; wooden shelves, wooden ladder, wooden desk. Even the books, filling the shelves looked like wood, becoming the innards of the tree, one large tree that entire library came from. And here this thing sat. A smooth brown finish pockmarked with glass lenses. I was obliged to look in.
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I approached it with the hesitancy that one does in a stranger’s home and quickly lost sight of time and place as I glimpsed into this globe. The first lens I looked through gave me the impression of looking through an airplane window, looking down at the earth. There was another sphere inside. Approximately the size of an orange, this inner sphere gave off all the information at once. I could see many, many buildings, many cars, people and events jumping in and out of focus. Turning the outer globe I was given different levels of access to the inside. There was a lens that magnified the life found below and some that gave off a distortion that allowed only parts of the inner world to come into focus. I was both inside and outside of this thing. Working through it as one does a puzzle, I found the same characters reappearing. I recognized the city as New York. The setting was the city and within its streets, the characters played themselves out; in restaurants, dancing with women, in museums with guardian angels, people walking through the park among roller bladers busy balancing water bottles on their heads. I pulled away.
Gracias for the Music