Just a mirror for the sun
I had the stranget time, night before last night. Well, last night and this morning, as essentially 50+% of college stories seem to start. (You know, I could have just written 'more than half' ... but I didn't, for some bizarre, unkown reason.) Haha. Ah, well.
I climbed a giant hill, last night. When I left my room, at first, I didn't even know what I was doing. But then I remembered my uncle, Tomo, talked with me at my father's/grandmother's birthday party ... about how Clark Kerr is at the foot of a spectacular hill. So, at maybe 7 or 8 pm, pitch dark in Berkeley and not a little cold, with my cell phone and jacket from Hamlet, I kept walking uphill ... until I turned, and realized that the whole of the city of Berkeley was laid out before me, sparkling and shining in the evening's glow. It was quite the sight.
And I realize a couple things, so I'm real glad I brought my cell phone (I wrote myself some text messages).
One ... I realized that the whole Jay Entropy thing might simply have been a renaming of the man in black; that I was taking ownership of lost personalities, in a way. Perhaps the man in black, the UrbanTurban, and Jay Entropy ... they're all the same essential entity. But I'm never going to forget that cold, isolated, glorious feeling of Jay peering down on the city below. Very 'Batman.' Very 'Vash the Stampede.' Two ... I need to reread the short story "Green Room" from Haunted; I think a lot of my personality has to do with its contrast from my 'old self,' so that story needs some going over. Three ... I thought a bit about who Jay, as a character in the story, really is: whims, guns, training, wandering, learning, surviving. Four ... I realized (and this was a real epiphany) that a city is not made of steel, and that a gun does not kill with conscience.
For what it's worth.
I climbed a giant hill, last night. When I left my room, at first, I didn't even know what I was doing. But then I remembered my uncle, Tomo, talked with me at my father's/grandmother's birthday party ... about how Clark Kerr is at the foot of a spectacular hill. So, at maybe 7 or 8 pm, pitch dark in Berkeley and not a little cold, with my cell phone and jacket from Hamlet, I kept walking uphill ... until I turned, and realized that the whole of the city of Berkeley was laid out before me, sparkling and shining in the evening's glow. It was quite the sight.
And I realize a couple things, so I'm real glad I brought my cell phone (I wrote myself some text messages).
One ... I realized that the whole Jay Entropy thing might simply have been a renaming of the man in black; that I was taking ownership of lost personalities, in a way. Perhaps the man in black, the UrbanTurban, and Jay Entropy ... they're all the same essential entity. But I'm never going to forget that cold, isolated, glorious feeling of Jay peering down on the city below. Very 'Batman.' Very 'Vash the Stampede.' Two ... I need to reread the short story "Green Room" from Haunted; I think a lot of my personality has to do with its contrast from my 'old self,' so that story needs some going over. Three ... I thought a bit about who Jay, as a character in the story, really is: whims, guns, training, wandering, learning, surviving. Four ... I realized (and this was a real epiphany) that a city is not made of steel, and that a gun does not kill with conscience.
For what it's worth.