"The world is a B-horror movie and we are merely extras," he said as he slipped on his spacesuit. I watched him on a TV set placed on a wheeled cart. He spoke of how when we die our spirit will live on in a major role. All of the windows in the room were boarded up. I was sitting in an uncomfortable chair with a stiff back like a church pew. The room was filled with people I didnít know. I left crying. This is the last time I saw my father.
Andrew Davis lives in Bloomington, IN, where he works with ceramics, college students, comics and paint -- this series is toward a greater 40 days of Antipurpose, future bible of the Church of Motivation Without Direction, in which Davis is an ordained minister and a firm believer that if all else fails, at least he had very little to do with it.