Ticket

Words by Philip Harvey. Images by Bridie Harvey

 Ticket Town: Playground (Bridie Harvey)

This ticket admits one to the sound of heartbeats, the colours made broad and intricate by light. This ticket gives entrée to adventure, though discovery is about the journey, one that is singular and bound to its particular holder. Conditions of use are the responsibility of the main carers. Full details are comprehensible only to an adult. This ticket has no visible form, is not made by hands, and is pure guesswork for the ticket inspector. Handle with care.     

 Ticket Town: Campsite (Bridie Harvey)

Order your ticket through the daily encounter with new awareness. The ticket itself is nothing. Keep it in your pocket with the map and guidebook. Any costs will occur along the way but your guardian will pay the tab. In fact, the ticket is incidental, but as well to have it. Access all areas of experience. Only later will this ticket have a meaning. It is a collectible. The ticket is made from a special design developed over generations. Each ticket has a unique resistant code.

 Ticket Town: Shops (Bridie Harvey)

This ticket takes you the purchaser along the roads grown real with familiarity to the rooms made meaningful by your presence. Provides entry to the theatre of continuous conversation, the sports field of incontestable delight, the mega-festival of uncertainties. It cannot be swapped, transferred or used by another party. Inspectors operate across the network. This ticket is valid for the period of two-thirds of a lifetime. Or until unforeseen expiry. 

 Ticket Town: Park (Bridie Harvey)

The bearer of this ticket is permitted to open their eyes again. This tickets takes the bearer over the border into new sights. How marvellous they really are, where you are for the first time or have been a hundred times and thought you knew it all. It might be a dream, but it is broad waking. The bearer will forget about the ticket soon after validation. Its design is of the period, though all the bearer feels is now. The bearer is advised to keep as a souvenir.

 Ticket Town: Beach (Bridie Harvey)

The ticket you hold here must be shown to the man at the edge, who will know you well though you have never met before. He will show you how you arrived at this moment and place. The ticket has no printed destination. It holds yottabytes of autobiography. The ticket will be of no assistance where you are going. Please hand it to the man, who will address you by your true name. No return trip. No refund. In the place you are going next, you will not need a ticket.