always thought Strieber's aliens kind of looked like my father's mother.
When I was a teenager I used to think my father's mother looked like an
alien. So when I think of aliens I always see my grandmother standing in
her living room next to the swivel easy chair in which she sat and
watched TV (she liked Mannix) and ate roasted peanuts and drank gin and
tonics. I don't see her seated in the chair; she is always standing next
wondering what an alien might wear. I decided it would wear something
like the green and gold brocade of the sofa of my grandparents (upon
which they never sat) and though the brocade doesn't (or didn't)
resemble the gold brocade of BigSofa it is close enough.
can't imagine an alien zipping up its clothes or velcroing them on, and
since Betsy McCall style paperdoll clothing with little tabs would fall
off, for your convenience I just plastered the green and gold brocade
suit on. This seems to me appropriate. I can imagine an
alien's "clothing" being a part of its alchemical physiology.
I think aliens and their attire and spaceships are probably very much
like math. Everything is math but an alien spaceship is like math
without the static the ordinarily-perceived physical world is plumped
with. It's like the bare bones, the essense just beyond those alchemical
numbers. It's the Bauhaus of cosmic architecture.
a suggestion but you might want to pretend Mannix has been abducted and
on the spaceship has roused himself out of physical paralysis and is
holding the Alien in Bigsofa Fabric at gunpoint.
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