The Tattered Page: August 2057: There Will Come a Soft Rain

Hello everyone, It's time for another set of photos featuring items from A Tattered Page* (ATP). ATP is a special Curse event that combines the love of books with the joy of SL creation. Designers read the chosen book, find inspiration from the words within and create something that visually represents a citation from the book, which they include with their item. This round ends January 31. 

The Martian Chronicles is a collection of short science fiction stories written by Ray Bradbury in the 1950s. The chapters are broken up into individual tales that weave together over the span of twenty-seven years. It tells the story of the colonization of Mars by humans who are seeking a better life from a war torn and tattered out earth.

In this post I want to explore a bit in the August 2057 chapter called "There will come a soft rain". It is a sorrowful, deep, haunting tale. In this selection, we observe the story of a house, this house is the last house in a blasted and torn land after a great war has occurred.

"Ten o’clock. The sun came out from behind the rain. The house stood alone in a city of rubble and ashes. This was the one house left standing. At night the ruined city gave off a radioactive glow which could be seen for miles."
-- Bradbury, Ray. The Martian Chronicles (p. 249).

Until this day, how well the house had kept its peace. How carefully it had inquired, “Who goes there? What’s the password?” and, getting no answer from lonely foxes and whining cats, it had shut up its windows and drawn shades in an old-maidenly preoccupation with self-protection which bordered on a mechanical paranoia. It quivered at each sound, the house did. If a sparrow brushed a window, the shade snapped up. The bird, startled, flew off! No, not even a bird must touch the house! The house was an altar with ten thousand attendants, big, small, servicing, attending, in choirs. But the gods had gone away, and the ritual of the religion continued senselessly, uselessly.

-- Bradbury, Ray. The Martian Chronicles (pp. 249). 

"The garden sprinklers whirled up in golden founts, filling the soft morning air with scatterings of brightness. The water pelted windowpanes, running down the charred west side where the house had been burned evenly free of its white paint. The entire west face of the house was black, save for five places . Here the silhouette in paint of a man mowing a lawn. Here, as in a photograph, a woman bent to pick flowers. Still farther over, their images burned on wood in one titanic instant, a small boy, hands flung into the air; higher up , the image of a thrown ball, and opposite him a girl, hands raised to catch a ball which never came down. The five spots of paint— the man, the woman, the children, the ball— remained. The rest was a thin charcoaled layer. The gentle sprinkler rain filled the garden with falling light.

-- Bradbury, Ray. The Martian Chronicles (pp. 249). 

See my other posts on The Martian Chronicles.

✫ Anachron |  Soft Rains House  | L$399/color | @A Tattered Page

✫ The Wastelands, A post apocalyptic community.
This is the original sim of The Wastelands estate, SL's oldest post apocalyptic residential area. Ruined shops, makeshift homes, and broken buildings line cracked and sand-strewn streets, and flank the rusting, twisted tracks of a long-abandoned railroad

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