The narrative. What happens next? Nothing, really. I try to recall it, but there is just a low hum, for truly nothing of note did happen. I continued on at the Local University for another semester. I would not transfer to another school until fall, and I could not afford another performance like the last, so I began to study. I spent my days at school, not leaving until my work was done. The Watergate Hearings had begun, and each afternoon I would take a break and go watch it on television with large groups of jeering students before returning to my studies. My life became a routine, devoid of distractions.
And so Sherri and I went along, adopting the liberal politics of the time while going about our lives much as our parents had, going to school and making dinners and dreaming of something else. There was enough cultural newness to sustain us for awhile. We were happy. We were content. I remember feeling good. I was free of the hoodlums and criminals that had shaped my past. All before us lay a bright, shiny future.
what a pleasant state to be in...
ReplyDeleteForeboding. Somehow that is what I feel here - in your last line. And in most of your posts actually -- you are good at impregnating the words.
ReplyDeleteIt is like the sound of a charm bracelet the innocence tinkling on a pretty girl's slim wrist.
Do you think we need to pass through Experience to get back to Innocence? Is there a return to Innocence?
I like this post. I feel related to its nothingness that is full of stuff.
Yes, are both correct--pleasant foreboding. I don't know if you predict my next topic or create it for me.
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ReplyDeleteI consider, what is it — error.
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ReplyDeleteYes, I think all of life is error, but I am not certain to what you refer specifically. But I'm glad to have you here.