Myth
Being alone, he felt free to push aside the drapery and walk into another room of equal size and shape, and which contained another curtain. He again brushed it aside and stepped forward, again into a similar room with yet another curtain. Each time he moved forward, it was the same, there seemed to be no end to it...another room, another curtain, and yet, as he progressed, hour after hour he created a rationale, a purpose. He thought of an end, a culmination. He took satisfaction in his struggle and a belief that there might be a higher complexity, though he might never know of it.
So within this absurd, seemingly meaningless pursuit, he found substance, and the monotonous movement through curtains became the purpose itself. He no longer searched for their function. For the time being, seeking was enough.
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He thought of an end, a culmination. He took satisfaction in his struggle and a belief that there might be a higher complexity, though he might never know of it.
I love your fiction. I love the story behind the story (behind the story, etc)...the effect of standing in front of a mirror with another mirror, and seeing the chain of endless reflections within its frame. I used to be enchanted with that sort of "magic"..
the last line is masterful.
love,
jin
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Update---
re our conversation---
before you mentioned the 101
my memory of it semed longer,
the over and over and over of it---
still hanging in some corner of one
of my brain cells. -
I'm reminded of the song " I close my eyes" from Joseph and the Technicolour Dreamcoat " I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain, to see for certain, any dream will do" The sense of introspection within the write and the metaphor is one which is easily relateable to the reader, the ability to psyche the self into taking another step, even when aware that it's not going to be ultimately the end of the journey but part and parcel of it, not always easy to achieve that state of mind but a service to the self when we are able to, maybe it's when we are too afraid to open the next curtain that it is curtains for us, the final curtain call with no encore. A thought provoking write
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The horror of this is even he decided to reverse his steps the infinity of the path and destination would likely be the same. Twilight zone, add infinitum, and whatever the word is for what happens when all the senses are muted ...
Insanity is all I can think of, because the mind will invent outside the box!
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KL! Hiya.
Yeah, once in, it's all curtains and doors -- forward or backward.
You know how we sometimes just accept how life is and keep living it despite wishing we were doing something else? Well if there is no way out, maybe we'd be wise to make the best of the situation.
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makes it point tersely
I can never read about curtains or doors without the nightmare sensation that I am back at in France at a university, back when the final results were placed on the main doors to the department of language and literature. If your name was on the door then you were accepted (you passed the class) if not try again next year. There was a man named Druot, some sort of literary genious, whose name was always there with a mention and my name was sometime under his and sometimes not.
After three years of this (and starving) I had a recurring nightmare that I would never be able to leave Paris and go home if I didn't find my name on a door.
"Evil laugh!"
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Ah but look at the stories it has given you!
Your experience is not unlike my little farce...at least the recurring nightmare is...just another type of curtain that always opens to another one.
Thanks Geneva for stopping by.
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On this day in 2009
the words appear
(to me, not as the
author's intent)
to relate to doing
one's job, any job,
happy to have any
job at all, just to
do it, over and
over again.So many
more wish that today,
jobless.
When reading previously,
pondering, replying, it
seems to me you had
a reply back that was
sheer brilliance. I related
it in my mind to layers
and layers of sheers.
Again, I say in dismay,
I wish you had kept
all your words in reply!
M-C
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It couldn't be brilliant because I've never had a brilliant thought. But whatever it was, it's still there on whatever account it came from, lol. Horse-Shoe is it? Nom used to be my archive but now it's Yem, so you'll see a lot of familiar poems. Just leave a smiley if you want to next time you see one. I'll know what it means.
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