I See You, Rachel for 6-10-21, the day Harrison Ford whittled a wooden horse for his replicant baby and carved the date on its foot before, or perhaps after, Rachel died Rachel, The deed was watched, previously And then it was now The day had come like the future’s back porch owned by a retired Rear Admiral pounded by some sort of butt shaped storm If only whittling could beat the death of things, damn it but the only thing whittling ever beat is the chipped wood inside which it is dug Rachel, You were loved like a left suspender loves the right suspender Please believe that! For interlinked’s sake, Robot Woman! He built you a horse! No wait, it was a house and also that was a different movie And also the horse that he made, it wasn’t for you It was for the Dave Batista described ‘miracle’ that couldn’t have happened without you And also on the subject of without you: You died during a mythological childbirth and Harrison Ford loved you so much that he immediately set to work and carved the perfect horse out of wood and gave it to the thing that killed you and then he mourned another end to something as they buried you beside the goddamn tree And it’s that horse, Rachel with today’s date carved into its foot that we’ve been placed on this Earth here tonight to celebrate Because, Rachel Way back in 2017 when I watched Blade Runner 2049 for the first 3 times in the theater I loved almost everything about it, and one of those almost everythings was that hand carved wooden horse That horse represents hope in a world in which hope has about the same life span as a middle aged Mayfly The horse represents one of those brief moments of happiness us humans or replicated humans experience between all of those long moments of everything else behaving like epic shits In Harrison Ford’s case, those moments that surrounded the hiding out with Rachel at the hidy farm and the carving of the little horse, everything post 2019 when he went on the run with Rachel because they were being hunted by Blade Runners less sympathetic than Edward James Almos and the moments pre the later half of 2021 until 2049 after Rachel died giving birth to their replicant blooded baby and he had to abandon his daughter for her own safety and flee to an also abandoned Las Vegas to wait out the rest of his time with a real or not real dog, an unlimited supply of whisky, and a library of books the size of a casino hotel where he watched holographic Elvis shows on the weekends and ate expired cans of vegetarian ravioli composed by Chef Boy E Lee the Jake E Lee of virtuosoly canned pasta Rachael, If you believe any of the rumors that have managed to survive from the future Chef Boy E Lee had an eminator instead of a dick and you don’t want to know where he used to take that goddamn thing! It’d just make you want to throw away all the can openers and never say ‘And noodles’ again Rachael, That wooden horse, come on, it represents those moments that we love that we can never go back to and for Harrison Ford, there’s no going back to a normal time when you’re not not not around Nothing’s normal There is no going back to anything Normal is just another goddamn synthetic owl fake pissing in the woods, and ‘Back’ only exists in the form of porches and yards behind houses and on the upper torso of human and replicant anatomy Rachel, Your eyes were green eyes like the Coldplay song or Oscar the Grouch and Harrison Ford had a Nexus 38 level crush on you (it was outrageously evolved) (if a Nexus 37, which doesn’t even exist yet, were to have that strong of a crush on anything, its dick would run for cover, diving behind the nearest belt loop as its throbbing Dick-Head went mad and de-atomized into something resembling the consistency of Cinnamon Toast Crunch) Unfortunately, mortality inevitably trumps a crush no matter how big that crush is That being said like it was said: Rachael, Happy Deathday You’ve no way to already know this, but Harrison Ford, he took it hard There wasn’t enough casino whiskey in all of also-abandoned Las Vegas to Blackout out your memory from Harrison Ford’s gruff skull But at least he still had the horse No. That’s right, he didn’t Rachael, After you left, he didn’t even have the horse anymore because he’d given it away to your killer and then your killer had to go and lose the goddamn thing until eventually Ryan Gosling found it? Hidden in the goddamn catacombs located in the middle of the saddest goddamn place on Earth And then he thought it was his for a little while? And he had his own wooden horse moment with the actual wooden horse? Because for a handful of scenes there, he found himself hoping for something, and he was almost happy? Only to find out that memories are unreliable They’re like the Chef Boy E Lee of canned pastas and that he’ll most likely die alone like the rest of us like a transistor radio dropped in the mud after being randomly/drunk purchased from from the 399th Radio Shack standing in line for its own extinction Rachael, That wooden goddamn horse that you’ve inspired stands for something! It gives us something to climb onto when everything else around us is screaming ("I see you, Lewis!"--Vince V, Return To Paradise) The End