I’d be lying if I told you that I haven’t thought about you since. It creeps on me during the strangest of times. I wouldn’t call it painful but it certainly is far from desirable, the reminiscing. Remember Almora? We talked about it; we spent the entire night under the influence of what may or may not have been hashish, discussing isolation and taxes. I remember because you mentioned it was too cold to be pondering meaninglessness.
You joked about how Zarathushtra may have been just a mad man suffering from some variation of cabin fever. In hindsight, I doubt it. The overman, we concluded, was a farce. We laughed at our seeming cleverness. And I cannot help but wonder if that night had anything to do with what happened after. Did it?
No, don’t answer that.
I concede that a year is a long time. I do not wish to bring up the unpleasantness but I want to tell you that I’ll take you up on the offer. I’d rather spend a year away from this noise with you. In isolation. We can still prove that the overman is a collective.
I’ll hang up now.
This dabble in fiction is bloody brilliant – short and potent.
I think I'm incapable of writing anything that's longer than this.
There goes my memoir. :-/
So awesome, it’s terrifying. You’re a terrifying man, yeh.
Then again, wait till you get inside my head. There’s lace and blood. And an oven. Think Plath, not cookies. You know what? I think I actually meant it when I talked of resurrecting the blog thing.
I fail to understand how this is terrifying.
Lace and blood on the other hand…remind me never to ask for cookies again. Or scones or bread or palmiers. Sigh.
eh? this is the ‘happy’ you?
you now what you need? you need to go watch a band play live peppy music. the invitation still stands, pee.
Trust me. Never been happier.
And I really wish I could make it.
Very nice.
[but did you know that you spelled Nietzsche wrong in your tags?]
Thanks. Corrected.
I thought I commented on this, maybe I missed.
Lovely short piece. Lovely doesn't seem the right word, but reminiscences either fictitious or real, are powerful.
You surely can write more u know, you just have to try.
Why thank you Rads.
I intend to write more but then again, I'm known to not stick to resolutions. We'll see.
Oi. As in hello.
Another Melbourne-blogger, member on IndiBlogger as well. Was wondering if you’d be interested in a meeting-sheeting? Where abouts in Melbourne?
I've sent you a mail.