An Alternate Slice of Reality

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Let us continue, dear Hastings, with the contemplation of entanglement within the Alternate Realities. We have considered Tallulah and the couple who tango. Let us now proceed with the story.

At this point, the story introduces me. And what am I within the context of the story? What is my story trying to say?

First, I meet a woman who vehemently disapproves of the public expression of love. There is a thoughtful contemplation on my part. Society must have boundaries. Without boundaries, civilizations collapse. And yet, this woman is so disagreeable, I find I must run from her in order to remain civil. My internal civilization is in danger of collapse while I remain in her presence.

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Then I am shown completely out of my own element, having been to the pub and apparently having drunk all the tea. My behavior is appalling, even to myself. I am not clothed as expected. I have strange desires. It is most absurd and alarming.

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And then, I am shown to be unsatisfied with an unquenchable desire for something. But for what exactly? The teas do not satisfy. What is the reason for this?

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I am, Hastings, the representation of the rational mind trying to grasp hold of this mystery called love. I am confronted by societies expectations of love and by my own expectations of love, and by the reality that those expectations do not always walk in agreement. Falling in love is like the collapse of the inner civilization. The mind tries to grasp hold of the concept of love only to fail. The drunkenness of even contemplating love leads to my appalling behavior, strange desires, and the undressing and exposing of the tidy box that the mind normally hides in. The rational mind tries to make sense of love but finds it cannot be satisfied. Because love is irrational.

And now, having introduced the irrationality of love. The story will begin a descent into madness. But first, there is a detour into the darkness...





We are told it is unexpected. Sometimes it is. Sometimes it is not. It is the break-up, Hastings. The story is simple in structure, but complex beyond words. No matter how many times it plays itself out, it is both the exact same story and yet something completely new.

We are introduced to a man whose future is laid out like a path with no end in sight. Sometimes there is nowhere to go; there is just the walking on what is immediately ahead. We are told he made a choice. The imagery suggests a complexity exists in the shadows.

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We are shown a simple argument. But the imagery suggests it is much deeper. This is the truth of a breakup. The surface can reveal the shadows. But the depth will reveal the core.

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The ups, the downs. The alternate world views. The contemplation. The devastation. The need to see things from a different point of view and free the mind from a web of what is real and what is shadow. Is this man the villain or the victim? Or is he a bit of both? In the darkness, it is hard to see. There is always a journey following a break up. Not everyone goes when and where they intend. But there is always a journey.

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