Author Archives: Reid Mukai
Half-Awake In the Dream
After losing consciousness during transport, my memories became increasingly fragmented and “impressionistic”, most likely a side effect of strong medication. This roughly coincided with my stay in the Harborview Trauma ICU which was about a week after being admitted to ER, though subjectively it felt more like a month.
Since talking to my wife about my hospitalization, I realize there were times when I was conscious enough to answer questions, yet had no recollection despite remembering things earlier in the chronology. Odder still, some of what I did recall was in a liminal state between dream and waking life.
As if my mind was attempting to reset to the morning of the crash, it placed me in an “alternate reality” version in which I arrived at work like usual and promptly started the daily routine at my workspace. Suddenly I was back on the gurney and being wheeled out of the work area and through a sub-basement corridor I had never seen before. Through dream logic architecture I ended up at the UW Medical Center ER. I recognized one of the nurses as a former co-worker and realized even within the dream that it made no sense since she was a senior lab tech at the UWMC clinical lab. I speculated that one of the “actual” nurses had a voice similar to my co-worker’s, causing my mind to actually see her as that person.
I was next transported to the Harborview Trauma ICU (partly via light rail!), which I must have realized was where I “actually” was either consciously or subconsciously. At that point my experience took a paranoid turn as I began to suspect nurses and assistants were skimming my medications for personal use. Within the dream state I passed out and reawakened in a fantastical ICU bathed in a hazy white glow. I somehow got the notion this was at a sprawling new hospital connecting the Northgate light rail station to the nearby library.
It was at this imaginary location where I realized I was being visited by my wife as well as parents and brother from Hawaii. Somehow I knew this aspect of the pseudo-dream was “real” and not in the spirit realm and was glad they were alive and well, though I could tell they were shaken to see the state I was in. It seemed I wasn’t conscious for long, and had several other interactions with family before waking in a more lucid state at Harborview’s Neuro ICU.
Saturday Matinee: Kin-dza-dza!

In praise of Kin-dza-dza! – the best sci-fi film you’ve never heard of
Mad Max meets Monty Python is the best way of describing this strange Soviet gem.
By Joel Blackledge
Source: Little White Lies
Originally released in 1986, Georgiy Daneliya’s Kin-dza-dza! is possibly the most underrated science fiction film of the past 50 years. A Soviet space odyssey across an alien landscape, it is packed with comic nuance and absurdist charm, yet it is rarely screened or even seen outside Russia. With 2016 marking its 30th anniversary, this deadpan oddity deserves a reappraisal for its wit, imagination and stunning design.
The story begins with Vladimir, a Moscow construction worker, popping out for some macaroni. He is stopped in the street by Gedevan, a young student who needs help with a seemingly insane man claiming to be on the wrong planet. The man needs Earth’s coordinates so he can use his teleportation device to go home. Impatiently humouring him, Vladimir presses a button on the device. Instantly, he and Gedevan are transported to the desert planet Pluke in the galaxy of Kin-dza-dza.
Before long, they meet Bi and Wef, two wandering performers whose speech is largely limited to the word ‘koo’ or its vulgar equivalent ‘kyu’. The Earthlings haggle over the terms of their rescue, though the performers are loath to give something for nothing. Just as the performers are about to leave, they notice that Vladimir has a box of matches – one of the most valuable commodities on Pluke. The four establish a shaky alliance and set in off in a ramshackle aircraft to find a way back to Earth. Vladimir and Gedevan discover that the entire planet operates on a ruthless economy of scavenger barter, and nothing is off limits to the market. The deserts were once seas, but the water was greedily converted into engine fuel. Of course, now the only way to collect drinking water is to extract it back from that fuel.
Kin-dza-dza!’s salvage punk aesthetic – which might best be described as Mad Max meets Monty Python by way of Tarkovsky – hints at this rich, tragic and very stupid history. A collapsed Ferris wheel provides a home for destitute desert dwellers. Graves are marked by balloons containing the deceased’s final breath. The colour of your trousers signifies social status, so they are powerful barter items.
The planet’s inhabitants are primitive in their hardheartedness, yet they also fiercely insist upon maintaining arbitrary social conventions. People are separated into two castes: “Chatlian” and “Patsak”. The subordinate Patsaks must wear bells on their noses and squat before Chatlians. The only way to determine if an individual is a Patsak or a Chatlian is to see if a purpose-built machine emits a green or orange light when pointed at them. The Earthling visitors decry this as racism of the most inane kind, but Plukanians fail to see the problem. When Bi asks with genuine puzzlement how people on Earth determine who is subservient to whom, Vladimir dryly responds, ‘Oh, just by eye.’ Hearing this, Wef dismisses Earthlings as savages. Advanced technology does not a civilised culture make.
What elevates Kin-dza-dza! beyond a simple procession of snipes is the careful attention paid to countless details within its alien world. Even Giya Kancheli’s comic score sounds like it’s from another world – an ungainly, melancholic dirge that conjures up the hopeless bafflement of absurdism. All of this rich world building puts the film into a literary branch of satirical sci-fi occupied by the likes of Kurt Vonnegut, Douglas Adams, and even Franz Kafka. There is no convoluted plot, but instead a convoluted universe, and its incredulous victims ready to point out the farcicality therein. They find a planet that demands a mix of callous entrepreneurial savvy and fearful deference to the status quo familiar to any Earthling living in the 21st century.
Kin-dza-dza!’s sideways look at the barbarities of everyday oppression remains pertinent 30 years on. It’s a must-see for anyone interested in the cosmic potentials of science fiction.
Watch Kin-dza-dza! on Kanopy here: https://www.kanopy.com/en/product/14715372
Earliest Post-Crash Memories
I have no idea how long I was unconscious (or if I still was), but I seemingly reawakened from a black void to an infinite expanse of space. If it was a dream, it was an unusually memorable and lucid one, but unlike in a typical lucid dream I wasn’t able to alter my environment. Though initially confused, for I had no idea how or why I was there, I felt deep serenity and contentment. I also sensed a benevolent presence but could see no one around nor could I detect a physical body of my own for that matter. Not long after that realization, the stillness and darkness morphed into motion and light detected through the vibrations of the surface I was on and lights bright enough to sense through my eyelids. It was a struggle to open my eyes and could do so only briefly, but it allowed me to confirm that I was indeed on a gurney moving under ceiling lights and surrounded by a group of doctors and/or nurses.
As my hearing returned at the same time, I caught them mid-conversation. I couldn’t make out the words exchanged over the noise of the gurney and medical equipment and also because my hearing seemed impaired, giving sounds a muffled and distant quality. However, the speed and tone of the voices gave the impression they were deeply concerned. This unsettled me to put it mildly and I wondered what had happened and if my wife Danielle was alive and well. I realized I had no recollection of whatever caused me to be here or even of the past few days. I remember wanting to show the doctors and nurses I was conscious by attempting to move but after much effort gave up. I assumed my immobility was due to being strapped to the gurney and blacked out soon after.
Two for Tuesday
A New Beginning
On April 5 2024 I was in a bicycle crash while commuting to work. I sustained catastrophic injuries causing paralysis below my shoulders. I was only able to survive due to spinal cord surgery. Given the sudden and extreme disruption to every facet of my life, there have been times when I wished the surgery never happened. However, over time I’ve accepted my fate and have become more driven to survive by those I love.
After months of healing and rehabilitation (and with the help of adaptive technology) I feel ready to blog again. My intention is to use this platform to process my thoughts on the trauma I’ve lived through and still-unreal situation I continue to experience. Though my personal struggles are of little significance compared to geopolitical developments such as the Gaza genocide, Ukraine proxy war, multiple nations on the verge of economic collapse, and the most demoralizing and dysfunctional US presidential campaign season (so far), there are connections which I plan to elaborate on in future posts. In the meantime, you can read more details about what I went through on my fundraising site here: https://helphopelive.org/campaign/24110/