Lunacy Sets In...

As I review the amount of strange and unusual words I've collected as I read the Wake, I've come to one clear conclusion. I am a lunatic. I mean after all, taking on this task of attempting to decipher this book, is the equivalent of walking on broken glass. Endless scribblings and words that seem to not make sense..yet somehow they kind of do. There is no concise story at this point. No real plot or characters. Simply, Joyce's words are the main characters. That's it. I've accepted this as fact at this point, yet feel compelled to push forward. I must be a masochist. Most people would have given up by now I suppose. After all, the book defies all known structure or discipline.

It may explain those strange dreams I've been having. Hmmmm... ok back to the Wake.

Avalanche

Scary huh? Yet, all I can picture, is cascading snow; enraged by a scream or a thunderclap. Despondent yet transforming. I mean after all, an avalanche does change its surroundings. One of nature's sudden whims to scrap a written page and commence anew, with the hope that the alteration of the nearby terrain will be effervescent and purposeful. Something with much more spark than previously envisaged. The key to the avalanche, is change. And change is good, most of the time. The majority of us are sticklers to routine and any flicker of addition or subtraction generates panic! I mean after all, this is what I..like..to do...right...right? Why oh why does it have to change..? There are changes taking place around me that will forever alter the fabric of who I am, or at least, who I thought I was - a sudden introduction of agents accosting me at all corners. Changes that will bring forth an avalanche of sorts, and with it, questions that beget answers, actions that must be taken. I can hear the drum roll in the distance. "Let's get lost", as Chet Baker would say. Dye the soul color blue and dive right into this mess of snow and rock coming straight at me.

Sudden whims huh? I can see it all now.... A strangeness at first, like driving to a new job on day one. Scrap that last page and commence anew. Effervescence and purpose are on their way.