Ich Bin Der Chrome Dinette

Sometimes on Frank Zappa album covers you see images of furniture floating in space; Cal Shenkel and/or Frank (who might’ve suggested it), probably didn’t mean it so much literally as a way of thinking of human artifacts abstractly, absurdly; but I often find myself picturing the debris from a destroyed Earth, far in the future, floating like a little asteroid belt in our orbit around the sun, with vast stretches of artifacts, furniture, trash, objets d’art (the Mona Lisa), kitsch objects, guns, dildos, PCs, wristwatches, product packages, plastic sacks, cars, and so on…

And I imagine aliens or humans who’d moved on to other planets coming by in spacecraft and collecting the stuff including books, a seared, illegible John Shirley book, a Dr Seuss book, a copy of Mein Kampf, a self published novel about cats by an old lady in Kansas…

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