The Commercial

We had arrived at the construction site near dusk to film the commercial. Some of the models were impatient to begin while the light was on our side. It was not to be, because the moment we got there we were subjected to a mind-shattering spectacle of impossible portent.

Tiny, brightly colored pigs, about the size of mice, were emerging from walls, pieces of wood, boxes, the ground, and positions just above the ground. They were apparently some sort of commando units, and were decked out in exceptionally sophisticated gear which appeared advanced beyond anything we possessed. Upon ‘popping’ into view from nowhere (there were literally popping and grunting sounds all around us for a few moments as they arrived on the scene and organized), they immediately set up a series of complexly defended ‘fronts’ and, effectively, engaged in war.

Now, most of us were frozen in place. A couple of guys actually panicked and fled, one of them screaming, the other yelling epithets. As we watched, utterly enchanted, tiny brightly colored pigs, in battalions, organized and executed a highly technical series of combat engagements that appeared to involve not only the pigs themselves, and their incredible array of technologies… but … a strange sort of liquid, which they appeared to be fighting over… that was… somehow transentient… for as they fought, recursively hypnotic reflections on its flowing surfaces appeared to portray histories, dreams, tragedies, sorrows, and the thoughts and experiences of those there engaged in a struggle whose purpose, significance, and even nature we could not only not discern… we were destroyed by it.

Not one of our minds survived the day. Not one. This record was made by a trace-retriever. All was lost. But this. But this.