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“The San Andreas is not my fault!”
Oct
Ahhhh. Guilt.
Literati, it is best not to jump to conclusions when we blame ourselves for all the ills that beset the world. Just look what it got what may very well be our last entrant to our contest, You Didn’t Write That.
Here Timur Iablokov, who returns to us now that we are back on line, tries to bridge the misunderstandings, in a piece he calls
With the world at your hands
by Timur Iablokov
Engulfed in solitude, I sat at the top of the lonesome bridge, staring down at the thousands of lively figures, illuminated by bright lights. Their countless individual lives, holding so many secrets, so many problems and so many happy memories; all being so different, so unique. So many possibilities, so many emotions, all about to be ruined.
I continued to lie to myself, saying: “It’s not your fault, you didn’t write that”. But, saying it over and over just made it that more despicable. I did write it, it was my fault. Sighing deeply, the world just seemed that much darker, the sepulchral tentacles of disaster gliding through the air. Thunder suddenly crackled and moaned, but the people couldn’t care less. The rain fell, lethal and sharp, wet and icy. My vision turned to the left, where the dark water roared silently yet viciously, weeping in agony. As black as night, it churned in on itself, its lust unquenched, its anger eternal. I turned away from the joyful people, and let them have their final moments of peace, positioning myself to meet the abyss. With tears in my eyes, I begged for forgiveness one final time.
And then, I jumped.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=xox9BVSu7Ok
A strong mood piece that dangles off the precipice. . .Now what did the protagonist write that sent him into such despair?
Much confidence in the protagonist’s (theory) that the people will be struck when he jumps. Lends me to believe he or she is a deity of some sort. There are leaps of faith between the two dips of the deity’s prophecies. Don’t misunderstand me… I’m jumping, I’m jumping.
So good to read you words again Timor. This is exceptional – you have taken us into an incredible visions with your words. A spirited moment in time that will change everything – or nothing. One wonders if this was what the Angel of Light felt before the jump that changed perceptions causing doubt to rise up knocking at the door of the minds creating….infinspecemotimness of a decision.
I have to echo Terrie’s comment – on both points.
The writing is beautifully descriptive. I suspected early on we were dealing with a jumper; you have wonderfully created the sense of solitude and even abandon that might lead a person to such a decision. The contrast between the protagonist’s despair and the variety of feelings of the people below is brought into sharp focus.
But I also want to know more about what the protagonist wrote to bring him (her? assuming him) to this situation. Not necessarily the words themselves but more about the effect they had on the other character(s) being referenced, the one(s) impacted by the protagonist’s words. I understand the sadness, I see how the setting fits the mood, but I am left with the lingering question, “Why?”
Timur, I remembered you, and look forward to reading anything you posted. My eyes were so blessed as soon as I saw your name and read this wonderful piece with deep roots of literature and storytelling that rumbles my core.
Wow that is quite a story. one burns with curiosity…whatever could it be that the doomed being has written that is worth a life. Intriguing:)