Sierras

An academic camping in the snowy Sierras (California) confronts a rogue wanderer who may be a cannibal, prompting real drawing(s).

A Sierra mountains fable of strange proportion(s) inspired by the 'uncanny' film Ravenous (Guy Pearce). Signing off (enjoy), 

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The snowy Sierras are cold and expansive, and it's a nice terrain for an adventurous young man to travel around and camp and lean about man's bond with the sky and Earth. This is where a college professor, Amlan Satan, was camping when he came across a rogue Mexican soldier who'd fled his country after leaving his rebel-army and decided to 'hide-out' in the mountains. The soldier, Chavez, turned out to be a cannibal, and this is the tale of Amlan's strange 'philosophical' encounter with Chavez in the Sierras.

PROFESSOR AMLAN SATAN: I'm just going to take my bottle of cologne and my sketch-book for comic book doodles of youth!

Professor Satan (Amlan) is considered a very brilliant cognitive science professor at UCLA, and he'd published works on the inner-dynamics of image-construction contouring the biophysical textures between the synapses of the brain and the cognitive processes that built up the formulations of the thinking mind. He'd therefore become a 'thinker' about the processes of mental activity and thought energy/electricity! However, despite his brilliance and deep-thinking, he'd bean a timid man at heart and wanted this camping adventure in the wintry Sierras to offer him a 'fresh' outlook on isolation, meditation, and a bonding with nature/Earth.

PROFESSOR AMLAN SATAN: I'll bring my handy Cupid-cologne bottle to remind me of the human touch of design(s).

There, camping in the snowy Sierras (mountains) that winter, Professor Satan thought he'd had it all for himself, in terms of thinking/academics and the life lived in nature/Earth, with time spent/offered in isolation for meditation(s). He'd continued to sketch comic book like doodles of youth and play while taking this needed time-off from science to simply breathe in life and feel 'relaxed' about self-idealization and private vitality in those snowy Sierras.

Now, let's introduce the Devil in this unusual tale of cannibalism. Chavez was a rogue commander of a rebel-faction of the Mexican army seeking to depose the newest 'democratic' government but retreated from his position(s) to simply 'run away' into the Sierras by crossing the US-Mexican border and just 'hiding-out' int he snowy mountains. He'd been a man of pragmatism, efficiency, cold calculation(s), and a brutal wit. He'd more or less been the sort of man you might joke about thinking he's the 'diametric opposite' of a man like, say, Professor Amlan Satan.

PROFESSOR SATAN: How dare you cross into my campsite and simply make-off as a friend?
CHAVEZ: Look, I'm a rogue wanderer and I noticed your convenient campsite and took my shoes off.

PROFESSOR SATAN: You seem to be a man of thinking and bravado; you don't come across as a gentleman!
CHAVEZ: I'm no gentleman; you got that correct; you look like some kind of American teacher/professor.

PROFESSOR SATAN: I'm a college scientist/teacher, yes; I'm camping in the Sierras to meditate on privacy.
CHAVEZ: You have a little notepad, or is that some kind of doodle-sketchbook?

PROFESSOR SATAN: Well, it's both, really.
CHAVEZ: My name's Chavez; I'm a defector from Mexico; I'm hiding out in the Sierras to be alone (for a while).

PROFESSOR SATAN: Sounds intriguing, but you have the look/tone of a man without country or peer(s), Chavez!
CHAVEZ: What's your name, if I may be bold to ask, American scientist/teacher?

PROFESSOR SATAN: I'm Professor Amlan Satan, of the University of California, in fact.
CHAVEZ: I guess I may've heard of you; maybe some Mexican students read your work, and I came across your name.

PROFESSOR SATAN: Is that right; maybe?
CHAVEZ: Well, you seem a rather gentle spirit, a kindly man, and I thank you for slowly pardoning my transgression!

PROFESSOR SATAN: It's alright; I was simply alarmed; you strike me as a 'man' of an unusual tale or history, Chavez.
CHAVEZ: Well, I hinted I'm a defector with rogue history, but I have a new 'dark secret' in these Sierras, professor.

PROFESSOR SATAN: What's that?
CHAVEZ: You see, Satan (Amlan) --- I crossed 4 campsites before I came across yours in these snowy Sierras.

PROFESSOR SATAN: So?
CHAVEZ: I ate the campers (bloody murder, cannibalism).

PROFESSOR SATAN: What?
CHAVEZ: I'm a professed cannibal, Professor.

PROFESSOR SATAN: What?
CHAVEZ: You know why I did it?

PROFESSOR SATAN: I can't believe this, Chavez.
CHAVEZ: I did it because I felt hungry and anxious and needed a real 'experiment' with human bondage.

PROFESSOR SATAN: Bondage?
CHAVEZ: The campers in these American mountains I murdered and ate were delicious!

PROFESSOR SATAN: Did you cook the flesh-meat with fire or eat everything raw, Chavez?
CHAVEZ: Oh, I made fire(s) and cooked...quite juicy/zesty; I feel almost bigger somehow.

PROFESSOR SATAN: That's the 'Wendigo' lore --- eat human flesh as a man, and you become larger/braver.
CHAVEZ: That's how I feel now, Professor.

PROFESSOR SATAN: I'd write a book about your story, Chavez!
CHAVEZ: I doubt you will; in fact, you must keep this 'contact' in these Sierras a secret, Amlan Satan.

PROFESSOR SATAN: Why's that?
CHAVEZ: This is high philosophy, man --- you a teacher of society; me a rogue and mad-man, a cannibal.

PROFESSOR SATAN: That's true; I should've guessed I'm engaging with a bizarro in these mountains when I met you.
CHAVEZ: I won't harm you.

PROFESSOR SATAN: I fear I doubt such an honest mercy.
CHAVEZ: It's true; you strike me as honest and plain and easy to converse with about life's deformities!

PROFESSOR SATAN: Thanks; I'm a scientist; well, I don't know what to say, except, the humor(s) prompt doubt.
CHAVEZ: You don't believe me, Professor?

PROFESSOR SATAN: I suppose I 'may' believe you; but I'll be writing some psych-paper about this 'concept' later is all.
CHAVEZ: Ha; so you see, this 'eccentric' experience has somehow 'flowered' your creative mind; but you'll keep me secret.

PROFESSOR SATAN: I have no proof you're the killer of the campers you mentioned; I'll return to campus and write is all.

CHAVEZ: Well, even if you doubt me, we've learned something from each other about life's deformities, no?

PROFESSOR SATAN: You're a mad fellow, but I admit, this 'note' about cannibalism in the Sierras prompts my dream(s).

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