This reminds me of dreams I have had in which I keep getting distracted and can't make it to a big event. Your protagonist doesn't seem to mind missing the show, in fact chooses to leave the event and willfully engage in trivial behaviors, distracted by this and that but seeming to enjoy every moment. It's all a big show to him.
Interesting. I was thinking not getting a seat upset him immensely and set him on his course, but this is the sort of story that can be interpreted any number of ways for sure.
Yes I suppose his initial frustration set him on his course, but almost immediately his motivations changed as he was carried along on his adventure. Though he makes choices, he's mainly just being buffeted around by strange forces and he's not in control. Very dreamlike but also lifelike.
Dreams are dramas of unconscious wishes continually suppressed by the goody goody conscious mind... and even in dreams it's very hard to overcome taboos. All the talk about eyeballs was about my substack experience by the way... I hope you found it amusing.
Excuse me for coming late to the show. (Pun intended). This is a very dream-like story, ripe for interpretation. Here’s a few impressions. The core of this story seems to be about caring for your mother. You wander off on a quest for a better viewpoint and spend the rest of the dream trying to get back. When you get back you learn she has danced away. Seems like you are somehow letting go, setting her free.
Your quest for a seat in the theater seems like a parallel to your writing experience. You want to be front and center, you want to be heard, but all the seats are taken. You decide to take a more aloof, detached approach and head off for the clerestory window. You find this approach fraught with complexity. It’s dirty, you can’t hear the performance and other people are getting in your way. Back to square one but first let’s take a bus load of our readers on a wild-goose chase down a city boulevard with no left turns. You should move to LA if you want to do that. We’re famous for our left turns.
You’re welcome for the analysis. Check is in the mail.
This is great. It is the kindly pg-13 interpretation that avoids mentioning my hero's long list of selfish motives desires and neuroses. Thank you for teaching me a new word: "clerestory" which I found refers to "a window...placed near the upper portion the walls...(and) is actually pronounced 'Clear-story' ...first used as a Middle English word 'clerestorie' to describe an upper story in a room that was cleared to bring in natural light! So that is precisely the sort of window I was thinking of. You know SF. You never could turn left at half the intersections and lately there are numerous streets where you cannot turn right or left which effectively requires you "to drive to the bitter end of the bitter end" but what most people do is simply ignore these nonsensical decrees and do whatever is expedient and since pandemic times sfpd has not given a single traffic ticket to anyone for anything and so we are approaching traffic anarchy here and the response of the city is to put lots of pegs in the roads and so far most people prefer not to drive over rubber pegs. Our MTA is laughable but also kind of pathetic.
This reminds me of dreams I have had in which I keep getting distracted and can't make it to a big event. Your protagonist doesn't seem to mind missing the show, in fact chooses to leave the event and willfully engage in trivial behaviors, distracted by this and that but seeming to enjoy every moment. It's all a big show to him.
Interesting. I was thinking not getting a seat upset him immensely and set him on his course, but this is the sort of story that can be interpreted any number of ways for sure.
Yes I suppose his initial frustration set him on his course, but almost immediately his motivations changed as he was carried along on his adventure. Though he makes choices, he's mainly just being buffeted around by strange forces and he's not in control. Very dreamlike but also lifelike.
Dreams are dramas of unconscious wishes continually suppressed by the goody goody conscious mind... and even in dreams it's very hard to overcome taboos. All the talk about eyeballs was about my substack experience by the way... I hope you found it amusing.
Oh! As I reread it now that I know that it makes a lot more sense.
We’re competing for eyeballs, Lynn.
Excuse me for coming late to the show. (Pun intended). This is a very dream-like story, ripe for interpretation. Here’s a few impressions. The core of this story seems to be about caring for your mother. You wander off on a quest for a better viewpoint and spend the rest of the dream trying to get back. When you get back you learn she has danced away. Seems like you are somehow letting go, setting her free.
Your quest for a seat in the theater seems like a parallel to your writing experience. You want to be front and center, you want to be heard, but all the seats are taken. You decide to take a more aloof, detached approach and head off for the clerestory window. You find this approach fraught with complexity. It’s dirty, you can’t hear the performance and other people are getting in your way. Back to square one but first let’s take a bus load of our readers on a wild-goose chase down a city boulevard with no left turns. You should move to LA if you want to do that. We’re famous for our left turns.
You’re welcome for the analysis. Check is in the mail.
Sincerely, Sigmund
I meant …Kindly deposit your check in the mail….
Oh. Okay. I can only afford 5¢ a word though.
This is great. It is the kindly pg-13 interpretation that avoids mentioning my hero's long list of selfish motives desires and neuroses. Thank you for teaching me a new word: "clerestory" which I found refers to "a window...placed near the upper portion the walls...(and) is actually pronounced 'Clear-story' ...first used as a Middle English word 'clerestorie' to describe an upper story in a room that was cleared to bring in natural light! So that is precisely the sort of window I was thinking of. You know SF. You never could turn left at half the intersections and lately there are numerous streets where you cannot turn right or left which effectively requires you "to drive to the bitter end of the bitter end" but what most people do is simply ignore these nonsensical decrees and do whatever is expedient and since pandemic times sfpd has not given a single traffic ticket to anyone for anything and so we are approaching traffic anarchy here and the response of the city is to put lots of pegs in the roads and so far most people prefer not to drive over rubber pegs. Our MTA is laughable but also kind of pathetic.