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Summary

Fragment from memoir/auto fiction

Genre:
Other
Author:
Dylan
Status:
Excerpt
Chapters:
2
Rating:
n/a
Age Rating:
16+

Introduction

Introduction, Via MOBY DICK . . .

Call me Dylan. No, not that one (though I was named after him, and he hasbeen -- and remains -- my namesake; and I accept the challenge inherenttherein). Sorry. Dylan Harrison, this one is; you'll know me soon enough.
Some years ago, never mind how many exactly -- I don't know myself if youwanna know the truth -- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing,particularly, to keep me wallowing among the baffling, arbitrary mores of the living, I decided to see the padded part of the world; the part of the worldwithout corners or edges; the part of the world with soft white walls & beautiful nurses who fetch coffee & snacks & medicine for you wheneveryou need it; the part of the world that keeps you safe, even from yourself. It's a way I have of keeping myself alive; of protecting myself from; regulating; and taking the measure of my relation to the zeitgeist. Whenever I find myself going black around the edges of my soul; whenever I look out my window and it's a damp, drizzly November day; whenever I catch myself involuntarily staring at the silver edges of knives, or at the august elevation of certain buildings; whenever I find myself wandering into strangers' funerals NOT just to get out of the cold -- & perversely discover the solace to be gathered there; and especially whenever my ideation gets such an upper-hand in me that it requires the agency of every moral principle I hold dear to keep me from carving pretty crimson lines on the underside of my forearm or from deliberately stepping into the street in front of a speeding car; I account it high time to get to the place with soft edges as fast as I can. This is my substitute for deep water and high bridges. With a philosophical flourish, Bob releases another masterpiece & Kurt puts his lips around the mouth of a shotgun -- tasting rusty iron as he, with studied delicacy, rests teeth & tongue on the cold steel of the barrel, balancing its weight awkwardly in his mouth while his big toe wiggles to find the trigger & while in another city somewhere, his daughter curls into her mother's lap; I quietly go back to where the nurses are. There's nothing suprising in this. Almost all men, in their degree -- if they but knew it -- cherish, very nearly, the same feeling toward that soft cocoon with the white walls & the pretty nurses that I do.
But I've gotta tale to tell & I've been trying to get rid of the bullshit in my voice for a long time now; and I think . . . I β„Žπ‘œπ‘π‘’ it's ready for some of you to hear it.
"Don't deprive the world of your words," I once told a girl; it's time I started taking my own advice.
There's just one caveat: I've discovered I write much more naturally inthe second person singular; any other voice feels awkward in comparison. So I apologize for that in advance; it'll take some getting used to, but who are we kidding here -- this stuff ain't Shakespeare. Sometimes sorting out the various 'you's' can be a little confusing; i.e., say I'm talking to myself, remembering (or imagining) talking to my daughter, so I'm calling myself & her 'you' both at the same time. That can be a little disorienting. Also, I've noticed, every once in a while the second person you will slip into the first peron I, and sometimes -- depending of course on the context -- I'll let this slip stand; but, like I said: this stuff ain't Shakespeare; I suspect you will have just about exactly zero trouble following along.
Otherwise, I think the vignette this flaw affects most severely --'Prologue' -- which follows immediately the denouement of this introduction, is thoroughly charming & adequately thought-provoking (thanks mostly to Msrs:Fitzgerald, Melville, & God) throughout -- & the conclusion -- those last three sentences -- those are mine; eat it Scott, my muse and my God.
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