We are still at the motel. I am hoping Christine will say something to me, but she stares at the walls, as if they were the only interesting things. I tried getting her to go to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, she started whimpering and then screaming. So I stayed up with her and watched her as she watched the walls.
Did I do this to her? Did my pursuit of my white whale make her see him, too? If so, I wish I had never come here. I wish I had never found him again.
literature disparages flagrant imitation.
ReplyDeletebooks built on words won't work with reality.
How do you build a life except with words? How can I live my life as before when it was everything was taken from me?
DeleteI had to reinvent myself. I know I am not the literary character Ahab. I am my own Ahab, pursuing my own white whale.
So it seems I've found someone with a similar goal.
ReplyDeleteOr more accurately you found me.
Can't say I'm happy about that but still.
Maybe we can help each other out?
I doubt it. You seem to want to seek him in order to join him, to work for him.
DeleteI seek him to end him.
Where did you get the idea I wanted to join him?
DeleteWas it the dark theme of my blog?
The romance inspired blog titles?
My general disposition?
Well I will tell you right now I have no intention of joining him.