Here I am, somewhere in medieval times. I'm not talking about the restaurant, either. I believe my name was Bolderick the Butcher. Here I am in one of my famous "It's a living" moments. I don't know how all of this got started, the executioner's gig, but I do know this: once you've severed one head, you've severed them all. As you can see I'm a bit lost in the moment, thinking about Guinevere and going for a hay ride with her after work. What goes on in the hay wagon stays in the hay wagon. It all ended up with us getting all knackered and cream crackered. Best day of my lives.
I wonder who Guinevere is now. I wonder if I'll meet her again. Will I know her if I see her? There are times when I feel that I've known someone from somewhere before. This has happened to me often, but it has always been those poor souls that I've beheaded in the past. Guinevere, I know you're out there. I don't have that bloody axe anymore. It's been replaced with a keystroke--words. They aren't as wieldy as the axe, but are much deadlier.
Maybe, just maybe, we are not in a cycle of reincarnation, but we do some nocturnal dancing. One of the first attempts I made at writing a novel dealt with this subject. I got to page one hundred and fifty one. I thought it was utter crap and put it in the round file. Since then, I tend to write stories in my head over and over, kind of like reincarnation. But, I revisited that old idea the other day: When we dream, we are hooked into a giant subconscious network. I'd like to think that our spirits roam and mingle with other spirits when we sleep--not leaving our bodies, but connected by some sort of endless umbilical cord.
Now, who do I dance with? Who are my nocturnal lovers? Who are my nocturnal friends and adversaries? What would happen if I could control this massive, underwater world? There are some of you that I would love to reach into my monitor and shake hands with, slap five, and give a friendly Indian burn to. There are others that I'd like to try other things with. But, maybe I already have danced with you--there beneath the water in the giant, ballroom belly of Jonah's whale. Just maybe...
I'll be roaming. Let me know if you see me 'round.
4 years ago