(no subject)
Half an hour ago, Dale Cooper put down his cup of coffee and remembered who he was -- after months of not remembering, of living in a haze, of wondering who he could be, now that he's been liberated from who he was. (The opportunity to reinvent one's self when one is pushing forty -- probably -- is something to be seriously considered.)
But now there's no more liberation; there's who he was, what he has to go back to, what he's done and what was done to him. It wasn't there before. Now it is, all of a piece.
And right now Dale Cooper is staving off a panic attack with cherry pie and a damn fine cup of coffee.
(And a crisply pressed shirt buttoned all the way to the collar.)
But now there's no more liberation; there's who he was, what he has to go back to, what he's done and what was done to him. It wasn't there before. Now it is, all of a piece.
And right now Dale Cooper is staving off a panic attack with cherry pie and a damn fine cup of coffee.
(And a crisply pressed shirt buttoned all the way to the collar.)