I am pretty ambivalent about this installment from the archives. It is from 4-5 years ago, and I do not consider it to be very well-written, or polished in any way. There are incomplete themes, ideas not fleshed out, and the whole thing has no point, really.
On the other hand, it has a sort of jagged quality (to me) that pretty closely captures the way I was feeling at the time, I am pretty sure. Jagged and dark and uncertain. I like that. That is a hard thing to write about if one sets out to do it, which I am pretty sure was not what I was doing here. I think I have held onto it – and republished it here – mainly for that reason.
Just another sordid little story, an event or convergence of events along the way … from someone who went three roughly three-quarters of his life up to this point without a fucking clue, but still turned out all right. Well, I’d like to think so, anyway.
That’s something.Read More