Saturday, July 12, 2014
It moved across the open space with unimpressive speed and he knew he would have it. As he closed in, a deep shadow appeared ahead and threatened to take it from him. As it scrambled for the blackness, he became aware of how shiny its black back was and with his peripheral vision, through a hole in the wall, he could see a few rays breaking through the clouds.
He balled up the towel and hurled it forward. It spread open as it dropped, falling right onto the cockroach and bringing its desperate plight to an end.
Thirty seconds later, it was back in the glass. They sat outside together until the daylight hours came to a close.
I suppose you're feeling quite satisfied right now.
I feel alright.
You've had that one for quite awhile now. Longer than usual.
There'll be others.
Sure. Well, probably...
Haven't you had enough of this?
What would you do without me?
He awoke some hours later in complete blackness. Nothing to be seen and no way to make it visible. But, it was there and without much fumbling, he put his hand around the glass and picked it up. He gave it a little shake and put it to his ear. From inside, the sound of little shuffling feet. He put it back down and before long he returned to his dreams.
When he next opened his eyes, there was enough light in the room to see the glass. It lay inside on its back. He picked the glass up and softly shook it knowing that the waves of doubt would soon be washing over him again.
A rare sigh passed his lips.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
"I am. A little. Any last words of encouragement before I go out that door and embarrass myself?"
"Well, I assume you've done all the necessary preparations and..."
"I don't know about all of them."
"Alright then, what I mean is, I guess you've done your best to get ready for this."
"I'd like to think I have, but I must admit, I did lose my focus from time to time."
"Everyone does. Anyway, you're as ready as you're ever going to be."
(smiles slightly) "It's time..."
She remembers the two rules. She remembers writing them down every day for months until she was sure she'd never forget them. And, she never did. Never forgot.
But, she did ignore them from time to time.
- Know thyself
- To thine own self be true
Through the door she carries all she ever needed. All that ever mattered.
She goes through naked and alone.
She goes through ready.
You’ve been giving up things for years to get here. I dont think I even understood that. How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?
Last passage from No Country For Old Men by Cormac McCarthy