I wrote the following scenelet, thinking it might remind you of a well-known play. What play?
I call it the big R.
That’s for Remembering.
And that’s what I try to avoid because it belongs to the dim borderlines of the past; it implicates me in what I have done. Instead, I think of now. I think of my new life.
Living in a castle now. Just imagine.
Such style. Such elegance. Living in a castle and forgetting all about the big R, the Remembering. It’s my wonderful new life.
The problem is, anyone can take a castle. So let me assure you: this is more. It’s a fortress.
And a fortress is – what is the word I want? Unassailable? Impregnable? Yes, that’s it! Impregnable! Safe. Secure.
That’s what I thought. That’s what I believed. Until...
The day came that I glanced out toward the horizon, as I do every day. I saw nothing. Nothing different. There are trees out there, masses of them, not much else.
Then the Thing happened. The thing happened that could not happen.
In the long twisted history of man, in the millenia since humankind first emerged from that alluvial mud, surely such a thing has never before taken place.
All those trees, they - began to move!
They moved toward me!
I thought for a while that my mind too was in a state of collapse. Hallucination, illusion, surely that must be it! But my mind was not broken; it was clear. I had thought, I had cerebration, I had reason. I could see and understand what was happening.
Even though it could not be happening.
But there they were, all those trees moving as one body, progressing slowly but inexorably toward me.
However, I was in my impregnable fortress. Safe.
The answer will be posted Saturday.