92.3 - written in my soul from me to you
Arright, folks. It's ten PM ... do you know where your sanity is?
[the scratch of a needle on a record cuts through the usual din of the journal, and Leonard Cohen's smooth, dark voice starts in on the paen of corruption and foreboding that's become the song to mark the Monday nights by. tonight, the castle's lone DJ lets it play through to the end, as he feeds his iguana and kicks back, rolling his chair over towards his open bedroom window, blowing lazy clouds of cigarette smoke out into the humid summer sky as he rifles through the journal and thinks]
Hell of a week, wasn't it, everybody. I mean ... it was a little different, but it was more've the same, all at once. I could be an insensitive prick ... say that you learned more from them than they did from you, 'cuz all I hear now is "WAAAH". I could sit here and wonder about where they all go, and what it all means. I could go on some long-ass rant about how for the last seven days or so, the only things worth mentioning that didn't involve toddlers were a picnic on the lawn and a guy looking for loss assistance. Or I could just ignore it all entirely, and go on to the usual news - like the upcomin' dance recital.
But buckle your seatbelts, all you loyal listeners and readers out there. That's right, ALL SIX OF YOU. We are going for one hell of a ride tonight, because your pal Harry's about to get philosophical. And I've got no idea where we're gonna come out.
I've seen more people than I can count wander around and wring their hands and pull their hair and shout "WHY" into their journals since I got here nearly six months ago. Six months, that's a lotta weekly broadcasts. And a lotta whys, and a lotta losses, and a lotta crazy shit. I've seen people ask why, I've seen people tryin' to figure out how it all happens, how to stop it, how to protect ourselves .... I've seen people band together to do all kinds of things, from helpin' out the wounded and the lost, to exorcising demons and explorin' the mess they left behind once they were gone. I've seen people come and go ...
But so far, I don't think I've heard one person ask a very simple question.
We all get so wrapped up in The Castle This and The Castle That, but consider this, Paradisa residents, new and old alike. You ever wonder if we're all here because there's somethin' we're supposed to learn? Or some purpose we're s'posed to fulfill? Some kind of weird, random destiny?
And I don't necessarily mean somethin' as big as discovering The Secrets Of Paradisa or savin' someone's life, or takin' down a big bad evil somethin' or other. I mean, it could be somethin' as simple as helping someone crack open their shell while they're here. [his eyes wander to the drawing Serenity Rose made of him burning in hell, the week before she was sent home] It could be putting something here that helps everyone, like another room, or a work of art. Hell, even if it's tripping someone down the stairs ... whoever's at the bottom to help 'em up might never have met 'em if it wasn't for you, and they turn out to be best friends or whatever...
[he sighs and runs his hands back through his hair] Like I said, I have no idea where I'm going with this, it's just me opening my brain and my mouth at the same time and lettin' it all run out. But ... I can at least tell you where all this verbal diarrhea came from: it did, indeed, come from all those kids. We might not know where they go, or why they come back, or any of that ... but they wouldn't be here if it weren't for us OR for the castle. We're tied up with it, somehow, prob'ly in more ways than we know. Sometimes we fight it, and sometimes we go with the flow, but ... I guess, what I'm tryin' to say is ... in the end, we should still be us, when we're done doin' whatever it is we've done.
Or, who knows? We could be more of ourselves than we were when we started.
[he pauses to take a long drink of his soda, then lets out a somewhat substantial belch] Well, that was deep. And, hey, before I forget. Hi to our three new girls: Celestia, Elle, and Caroline. And if my little ramble wasn't enough for you deep thinkers, we've got another survey goin' around - this one's about humanity. I highly suggest tryin' to wrap your brain around it, since it's a hell of a question.
'Til next Monday, kids, like Bobby said, keep on keepin' on. [and with that, he'll throw on Tangled Up In Blue, and wait for people to start chiming in]
[the scratch of a needle on a record cuts through the usual din of the journal, and Leonard Cohen's smooth, dark voice starts in on the paen of corruption and foreboding that's become the song to mark the Monday nights by. tonight, the castle's lone DJ lets it play through to the end, as he feeds his iguana and kicks back, rolling his chair over towards his open bedroom window, blowing lazy clouds of cigarette smoke out into the humid summer sky as he rifles through the journal and thinks]
Hell of a week, wasn't it, everybody. I mean ... it was a little different, but it was more've the same, all at once. I could be an insensitive prick ... say that you learned more from them than they did from you, 'cuz all I hear now is "WAAAH". I could sit here and wonder about where they all go, and what it all means. I could go on some long-ass rant about how for the last seven days or so, the only things worth mentioning that didn't involve toddlers were a picnic on the lawn and a guy looking for loss assistance. Or I could just ignore it all entirely, and go on to the usual news - like the upcomin' dance recital.
But buckle your seatbelts, all you loyal listeners and readers out there. That's right, ALL SIX OF YOU. We are going for one hell of a ride tonight, because your pal Harry's about to get philosophical. And I've got no idea where we're gonna come out.
I've seen more people than I can count wander around and wring their hands and pull their hair and shout "WHY" into their journals since I got here nearly six months ago. Six months, that's a lotta weekly broadcasts. And a lotta whys, and a lotta losses, and a lotta crazy shit. I've seen people ask why, I've seen people tryin' to figure out how it all happens, how to stop it, how to protect ourselves .... I've seen people band together to do all kinds of things, from helpin' out the wounded and the lost, to exorcising demons and explorin' the mess they left behind once they were gone. I've seen people come and go ...
But so far, I don't think I've heard one person ask a very simple question.
We all get so wrapped up in The Castle This and The Castle That, but consider this, Paradisa residents, new and old alike. You ever wonder if we're all here because there's somethin' we're supposed to learn? Or some purpose we're s'posed to fulfill? Some kind of weird, random destiny?
And I don't necessarily mean somethin' as big as discovering The Secrets Of Paradisa or savin' someone's life, or takin' down a big bad evil somethin' or other. I mean, it could be somethin' as simple as helping someone crack open their shell while they're here. [his eyes wander to the drawing Serenity Rose made of him burning in hell, the week before she was sent home] It could be putting something here that helps everyone, like another room, or a work of art. Hell, even if it's tripping someone down the stairs ... whoever's at the bottom to help 'em up might never have met 'em if it wasn't for you, and they turn out to be best friends or whatever...
[he sighs and runs his hands back through his hair] Like I said, I have no idea where I'm going with this, it's just me opening my brain and my mouth at the same time and lettin' it all run out. But ... I can at least tell you where all this verbal diarrhea came from: it did, indeed, come from all those kids. We might not know where they go, or why they come back, or any of that ... but they wouldn't be here if it weren't for us OR for the castle. We're tied up with it, somehow, prob'ly in more ways than we know. Sometimes we fight it, and sometimes we go with the flow, but ... I guess, what I'm tryin' to say is ... in the end, we should still be us, when we're done doin' whatever it is we've done.
Or, who knows? We could be more of ourselves than we were when we started.
[he pauses to take a long drink of his soda, then lets out a somewhat substantial belch] Well, that was deep. And, hey, before I forget. Hi to our three new girls: Celestia, Elle, and Caroline. And if my little ramble wasn't enough for you deep thinkers, we've got another survey goin' around - this one's about humanity. I highly suggest tryin' to wrap your brain around it, since it's a hell of a question.
'Til next Monday, kids, like Bobby said, keep on keepin' on. [and with that, he'll throw on Tangled Up In Blue, and wait for people to start chiming in]