A quick fragment of fiction for a story I have been working on for about 18 years, on and off. Might turn it into something one day, for now it is a writing exercise. Fifteen minutes of just putting words on a page without concern for whether it makes sense or has spelling/grammar errors.
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Big scary man is listening to this song with a smile on his scary face because he is a troublemaker who knows things.
Some say he ought to learn a new shtick and he just smiles and says ‘submit now or submit later. The time is coming, hee hee.”
Come by the private joint and I’ll give you a sense of what I am thinking about and it probably fits with some of what you suspect, but not all of it.
One day there will be a time and I’ll show you my world and expose you to things you hadn’t thought about or seen from a particular perspective but you’ll like it.
Cuz let’s face it, I make you crazy, but you like me so it works.
Those spiral staircases are a good metaphor for life. Sometimes it feels like all we do is walk in circles but eventually you stop to look around and realize you have made far more progress than you realized.
It is easy to lose perspective. Easy to look at things that seem complex and complicated and think about walking away because we are tired and figure it is too hard.
But that spiral staircase reminds us that sometimes what we think is difficult isn’t as bad as we imagine and that given just a little effort we can make significant progress.
Cue goofy dancing to Spirit in The Sky and then fade to warm pictures of a familiar place, a secret world with a secret garden and the big scary man’s outstretched hand.
“You miss dancing with me.”
There wasn’t any rhyme or reason to most if not all of it. It wasn’t based upon the science, logic and reason you’d apply to a lab experiment or use to solve equations.
But if you understood what it meant to be hooked on a feeling you might go for it…maybe.
Or you might try to forget and ignore all the possibility and potential and focus upon the chance for failure because it feels safer.
Except that safe feeling isn’t really safe, it is a bandage that never stops the bleeding, it just slows it down.
And if the blood keeps flowing the wrong way and you never get a chance to cauterize the wound then the discomfort never goes away, it just lingers or something like that.
So maybe the best thing to do is to let the flames run freely and see if that does the trick.
Or look towards a time when you are 87 with memories of that red head boy you once knew.
Big scary man looked out the window and laughed, hell if knew were anything was going or would go.
Every time he thought he was done he discovered he wasn’t and every time he was certain he was going to find out he didn’t.
So he laughed at the absurdity of life and pictured the carousel pony he was on breaking free of the pole that pinned it and prevented it from running as it would.
Might never happen, but then again it might, truth is stranger than fiction.
