A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
i can't selectively delete portions of myself. though, in a science fiction novel -- a man has the ability to reverse aging back to when he was young and chiseled, a blond Adonis, but carries all the baggage of his younger years behind a blue-eyed façade. But, he has unlimited access to a time machine (with no stipulations for outcome) and goes back (and forward) to meet the most beautiful women -- just to know if he is worthy of their attention, and learns it's having lived that's more important than physical appearance, but his looks are what first informed him he was (finally) acceptable to others before, one by one, they rejected him because he was lacking confidence, independence and a vision for his life, because he was stuck -- stuck in a childhood that imprisons him in the after life, future life, in his travels throughout outer space -- black, black void, space. fictional men in sci-fi novels, written to life, are wrong (sorry Han), because their nerdy masters (with the fire of all spite) do not know how to envision failure before it repeats itself. and cliché, and true. just ask Einstein, who has a handy quip, stupid. 3.13.23 this needs further vision, information, but like a writer, crafting a cautionary tale for oneself. we are not who we seem, even in imagination. |