The Valley, 1989
The Valley (Page 11)
by William Burroughs
ran out. These he pounded into thin strands, and he formed fish gills into caps for his ears and ran the wires from the crystal unit to the ear caps. With the ear caps you could hear cracking sounds and snatches of music and human voices. We could hear them… they could not hear us. But we knew they were there.
It was occasion for a festival. Everybody was drunk. The rations of moon-corn beer was brought out, and extra grifa but we didn’t go overboard, but this was something to celebrate. We are not alone! Others live outside the Valley. They will find us. They will lower ropes. The will take us out of the Valley. To where the sun shines all day. We will have enough to eat. We will be in heaven.