D ‘n ‘a “the mountain”
http://ceaseill.blogspot.com/2010/07/dn ... -born.html has link to beginning, early version of pages above
Chuck: (voiceover captions, as he looks into the mirror, holding a faded photo)
I have the face of a ghost!
If it weren’t for my fascination with his picture, I would look like no one I know at all.
It’s eerie to wake up with the face of a dead man, but no one else in the car will wake up at all.
Guess I should count my blessings, as well, as my curses.
For the rest of my life, when I look in the mirror I’ll see my great grandfather. That was the best the surgeons could do with the picture I had in my wallet.
P.2 Maybe curses only have power for those who believe in them.
They promised me if I left our cult I’d die. We’d laughed about our transgressions together. We’d responded to life in the Bible Belt with a gleeful kick in the crotch---so damned clever, we were, no fear whatsoever of the consequences. When you realize any Creator has abandoned the world to its fate---what a rush.
Turning my back on them was just one more act of rebellion against anything organized.
No wonder I’ve been playing at obedience now, up down up down kneel and recite...because maybe there‘s something to protect me from above, because I feel something very hungry for my soul down below.
P3
I don’t know if I buy the idea of a soul at all. Maybe that’s just my remorse for what I’ve done, and my fear of what I have to lose...like my friends Berry and Robin in the car with me.
How could they know? How could they touch me? I knew we wouldn’t hesitate to wish death on another---it’s naturally part of every one, death. I’d always been attracted to whatever I shouldn’t know, and went looking in the power of acknowledging we live only for ourselves.
I want to look inside of...something...and know when I can start living a life.
It doesn’t matter what you believe, though. Everyone in our car was supposed to die, and while they will never live for themselves again, I was breaking another rule at the time---no seatbelt---I was thrown free. The price I bear is written on my countenance; I will never truly face myself again.
Art is on
http://ceaseill.blogspot.com/2010/06/dn ... e-two.html