Perhaps I will find my very first friend, within this very cyber space..
Until then, an introduction.
My name is George, but I prefer to be thought of as a mouse trapped within the confines of a lighthouse.
It is my fourth year taking care of this salty place, and until just now, before the creation of this very blog, I had been A-OK with being out here alone.
No one bothers me, and I can do all the reading I like.
The sea, the birds, and my books. That's all I need. But do understand, I still SEE what everyone else see's.
Ah, the internet. Such a wonderful thing.
I have developed a bit of a desire for more interaction-- more contact with some other living being besides the characters I know from my books.
A man can dream.
And now, a smidge of a story to get this project going. My quest to document inspirations and ideas, all in one place.
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"I can eat pizza. I can eat chicken. I can eat yogurt and rye bread with caraway seeds. It really doesn't matter. They say No, no, don't eat that stuff, you, that stuff isn't for you, it is for us, for people! And I eat it anyway, I eat it with gusto, I eat the food and I feel good and I live on and run and run and look at the people and hear their stupid conversations coming from their slits of mouths and terrible eyes.
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| I see what happens. |
I see in the windows. I see what happens. I see the calm held-together moments and also the treachery and I run and run. You tell me it matters, what they all say. I have listened and long ago I stopped. Just tell me it matters and I will listen to you and I will want to be convinced, You tell me what is said is making a difference, that those words are worthwhile words and mean something. I see what happens. I live with people who are German. They collect steins. They are good people. Their son is dead. I see what happens."
-Story entitled: "AFTER I WAS THROWN IN THE RIVER AND BEFORE I DROWNED" from the larger collection of stories by Dave Eggers called HOW WE ARE HUNGRY.
Dear George,
ReplyDeleteWe are but humans, and we like what we like.
Whether it be books, or the sea, or those birds flying free.
I am just a girl. Sometimes lonesome too...
Still, I am never alone.
I've seen a lot in other men,
and you seem to be unlike the rest.
I have recently started a blog, to spin some creativity. Maybe it is I, who could be your very first friend?
Time will tell..
"Lula" I am intrigued. Your interest is flattering, and your words, so true. Despite being your senior in age, if I might guess, do know that I can be your absolute admirer at heart- for the excitement I feel from your contact can hardly be contained in this feeble chest of mine!
DeleteI have never been one for remaining in touch, but perhaps we could get to know one another a bit more through this cyber realm.
Allow me to introduce myself more personally- as you've already seen, my name is George. You, however, may call me "Mouse", or whatever you like.
But what would you like me to call you? Is "Lula" just fine? Or might "Miss ____" be more appropriate... ?