Cabinetlandia, Luna County, New Mexico
10.12.13, 9:41am
4 rounds of Boggle, 3.5 cups of Folgers

Like an avalanche of glitter glue, like a head-on collision between semi trucks containing jars of pickles, like an accidental encounter in the time-space continuum between Mark Twain and Mariah Carey, some phenomena produce a cataclysmic reaction, causing the texture of the universe to realign, if even for a moment, along new axes of communication among time, space, and matter. Like these universe-altering moments, spelling “BOGGLE” with Boggle cubes could cause a paradigm shift in the cosmic fabric of our world.

Upon its revelation, terrestrial and aerial worlds (re)unite, atomic material rearranges. Clouds of confetti coalesce and explode, raining down or up from above or below. Filled and frothing champagne flutes appear in nearby hands, unfurling, spitting and popping dewy morning drunkenness. Six elephants traverse the landscape, sounding trunks, waggling tails, trampling lovemaking grasshoppers and tall, wavy grasses. Mesquite spikes bloom, scintillatingly golden, orange, brightest crimson; they vibrate sharply with the bluely rising, growing mass of the Boggle cube as it strains to unite with the totality of surrounding physical space.

Even closed eyes are blinded by its glowing mass, visible to passing railroad operators and truckers as a riot of color, growing less contained with each passing nanosecond. Forty acrobats swing from unseen tethers across the scene, disappearing in an instant, unmade just as quickly as they’ve materialized. Likewise, champagne evaporates, elephants sublimate, confetti disappears, and this Moon County Cabinet Wasteland appears as it was: desolate, dusty, uncompromising, and totally absurd.