Food for Thought.
A lot of the stuff I wrote in my soon-to-be-released book “Narcisa - Our Lady of Ashes” was certainly made up, changed, exagerated or extrapolated from actual real life people and events.
It would simply be impossible, however, to give any real life account of someone as surreal and shadowy and ephemeral as Narcisa.
Not to mention that she’s as secretive about her “real” life experience as any KGB spy or CIA operative. Unless, of course, she’s smoked just the right amount of crack, and the moon and all the stars are lined up just right with Alpha Centauri for her to start spitting out some psychedelic version of her personal information like some cosmic acid trip-dispensing slot machine… But even then, the voracity of her accounting of the “facts” is surreal, and questionable at best.
On those rare occasions, I’m just glad I have this little fucking blog, where I’m not constrained by literary considerations or poetic dramatic worries or any of that shit… Here, I can just keep digging into the seemingly bottomless archeological pit of her bizarre existence, not knowing or even caring if any of it’s true, or if she’s making it all up.
Whatever.
And so what if I’m filling in the blanks from my own twisted imagination?
Whatever.
At the end of the day, she and I are just these oddball funhouse mirrors into some deep mysteries of each others’ twisted, tangled, mangled souls….
Meanwhile life goes on as she just keeps giving me more and more to look at and wonder about… maybe it really WILL all end up as yet another fucking book after all…
I really don’t want to write another “Narcisa” book.
I don’t.
I think I really just want to get the fuck off this demonic merry-go-round somehow, once and for all, and I swear to Christ I just don’t know how… Just like her, I really DO want it all to stop.
But, like her, I don’t have the slightest power to make it all stop.
Shit.
An hour later, of course, as we get back on the motorcyc after yet another paranormal cataclysmic fuck, I don’t care anymore, I don’t care, don’t fucking care. This is love. And you take that shit wherever you can find it and don’t ask too many questions.
Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2008. All Rights Reserved.
NOTIFIÇAO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção - registrados na Biblioteca Nacional como ficção com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor, Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são interamente ficticios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência. As vários fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.
