This woman named Alice Neel once said that All experience is great provided you live through it. If it kills you, you’ve gone too far.
Had enough distance now from my old troubles to think about it objectively. Alla these things I thought I’d never make it past I did somehow.
Suppose that’s just human nature, to survive the blows. And the one benefit of the gut-wrenching is that peculiar feeling that, If I could survive XX, I could survive anything.
Alison and I were in the hospital on Thursday.
The hows and whys are for some other time and from some other narrator.
My parta the story’s that I was two hours north of the city when I rushed down to hear the news.
Just lemme tell you that there are times in a man’s life when he just wants to cover up his ears like a child and not hear to those impatient things that need to be heard.
But you listen cause you’re not a child. Not for a while now.
And you nod. There’s always a lotta goddamn nodding.
And after all that listening and nodding, you manage to compress all of that agony and fear into a tight little ball and stuff it into some crack in your soul where y’hide that stuff.
Then y’take a deep breath, and say out loud, It’s gonna be ok. Partly for them, mostly for yourself.
And it is, almost always, somehow ok.
But cause you’re an insomniac, you get up in the middle of the night to sit by your lonesome on an uncomfortable couch and, without fail, retrieve that ball you hid earlier. You unpack it, smooth it out, and examine it from a million different angles, hoping for some understanding that never comes.
Finally – despite your best efforts – y’think about all of those hows and whys. Mostly the whys.
Location: Last week, a waiting room at Columbus Circle
Music: sun is going down but it will rise again
YASYCTAI: Remember that you made it through all the other times. (time/2 pts)