I was reading Annabel Lee and got to wondering about that kingdom by the sea. We got to know only one story about that kingdom and that story broke our hearts, but what if there were other maidens or youths and they too had high born kinsmen?
I live alone now and some say I love fiercely, but still others say I am abrasive. I personally spend a lot of time blushing fiercely and joking about diabetes. But what of my kingdom in the forested glade where there are dogs and that one neighbor who sends me eggs and guava juice for succor? What of the paintings in my dwelling that I recently put up again? What of the books and the milestone I got of making a vegetarian dish from the very first principles today? If everything Midas touches turns to gold and if Hemingway wanted to be ruined by the one he loved as a token of that love, then what am I trying to achieve? Maybe I’m waiting for someone to “break me, shake me, devastate me” or I’m just a guy wanting to be held, thrilled, kissed and killed.
In a Pratchett-esque twist of events I’m also marveling at things like the Justice League taking on a literal angel and a rookie Green Arrow prowling the Watchtower wondering who it is he’s up against. Certainly Stephen Amell and his pushps or gravity defying chin ups didn’t prepare his kid for an antagonist of this magnitude.
Thus life goes on in my kingdom. Maybe one day an Annabel Lee will come along, or someone will give me a cask of wine or maybe appeal to me to rescue him from a ramshackle house where someone’s beating heart is driving him slowly insane.
Or maybe, I’ll stop feeling disgusted long enough to pick up that gentleman racist who wrote of Pinkman and his model which was brought to life by Del Toro recently.
Or maybe I’ll hunt down my creator and ask him to take accountability for my existence only to watch him die and leave me to face this world all alone.
Thankfully, I don’t know any mad scientists with God complexes so that last one will remain in a book.
The Bilge Master
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