The past experiences of someone as they once were eventually come home to visit themselves on the person as they have become in the present. In no way more true then of the man named ‘Herc’ who after almost twenty years went looking for the woman named Aphrodite that he had been married to for less than a tenth of that time. Though daylight presented a conundrum of concern for other things that sat safely in the corral of the mundane. The aged stallion within him began for no reason at all to conduct a far reaching search. The dream version of his earthly state sought his abandoned mate on the West coast in the suburban subdivision carpeted valleys of that fabled metropolis where women and men’s animal emotions to couple freely were exploited. That was of because he had periodically found waking evidence of her residence on the West coast of the gulled state further down almost due south. Still his nocturnal ‘equus’ sense insisted that his filly had wondered much father afield into the halls of the sex trade. Like many beautiful women coming to term at the end of her visually salable years as an object of visual satisfaction it was logical that Aphrodite had used her exceptional looks in the most expeditious manner to survive. Herc was not shy in the light of day or mysterious shade of nocturnal projected night to gallop forth centaur-like to follow up on what he was inclined to seek even if it led him to the implausible unexpected. Though being brash in this sense he often came to these flashes of insights woeful unprepared with simple evidence to help his own quest along.
Having found some images online that seemed distantly similar to her characteristics as they had probably shifted with age he had tracked down the residence of a small amateurish producer of entrepreneurial hardcore sexual ensembles. Their genius in the industry being to add atmosphere to the otherwise rote business of close angles of repetitive in and out. While this aesthetic sufficed to distinguish their product from the myriad of competitors by virtue of an ad homonym with classical art forms of past eras it also challenged the viewer’s eyes to be confident in certain circumstances as to the identity of the participants. This predicate being one of those odd provisos that one’s subconscious dredges up from the fractured experience of the waking world to equally confound the dreamer. Herc found himself jumped forward in this eidolon narrative to being part and parcel of an an active seance with the proprietor of this small firm who was cooperative but at a loss for whom exactly his quest might specifically be? Even in the dream world there were so many women still posing as girls who opened all to the camera in the quest for a comfortable everyday substance. Having no pictures with him Herc could only page through the publicity shot dossiers mug shot style after it was evident that his own special creature still in potion of his heart strings could not be distinctively explained to another. Little by little in the span of another jump of dream state it was determined that while he was getting nowhere with his quest there was one last small shed where old daily’s were stored out in the back of the adjoining lot. There in semi-dark of stacks of boxes the residue of uncountable couplings of man and woman were kept for an eventual uncertain fate.
The older female concierge that conducted him in the most professional manner imaginable seemed to magically take on the qualities of a beaming but taciturn sphinx. Her Jaconda-like smirk ever-present over his quest like a summer cloud growing golden in the late afternoon sky. It was so like his thin recollection of his own Aphrodite in that same universal manner that all women in the best sense of their gender hold over men. An all knowing knowledge of the many inexplicable delicate mysteries of the heart combined with an enjoyment of their demonstration within the present. In the subterranean world of the male mind the desperation demonstrated for that essence beyond mortal craft to reproduce that so easily drove them to self destruction. All for a hint of what they had supposed in their own indulgent view of the world they sought to deserve. Though this woman’s expression said much by it’s uncommunicative demeanor her iconic presence had begun to seduce Herc with an equal fervor. A Circe to be sure to his unrequited desire to express his maleness. No simply getting laid in this unconsciously invented apparition! Just that slowly increasing burn of the ever maddened thing that was slung between his loins always looking for quick and deadly satisfaction. As the possibility of this quest waned with the exhaustion of box after box a strange and simple desire came over him that the object of his quest might be standing over him obligingly supervising it. Somewhere between four and five earthly decades of classically shaped goddess more than amenable to the ultimate definition of same. That indescribable glow of the eternal force of life coursing silently about her. It was some period of many moments later when he had very quietly and carefully asked her with his now star struck gaze if her own stable had recently been stocked with some fresh hay? The unspoken inference being that both might immediately comprehend as a polite but earnest gesture in a request for a mutual roll.