What is the mission in the morning without a manuscript? Escape! Flying little dishes in the waking mission engirdled a crescent of doom around the half-shell of naked luster on the banks of the Seine. I could make it to the library to watch the daily exposition of jellied raindrops. Frogs From Heaven were appearing at the Computer Center and objects from the sky were popular this year, so the Science Building was featuring A Plague Of Locusts.I had until two o'clock. I could have gone to pick up the mail, but the letters had stopped coming. Faye didn't write anymore. The lack of contact with Faye caused me to make comparisons: I seemed to be surrounded by women, and not one of them was my lover. I didn't want to think about it. I could keep my mind busy. Obviously.
Spatial confinement is but a part of imprisonment. There are few of us who actually miss the feeling of galloping through meadows or roaming through grain-fields, but to separate us from the familiar and endearing, that is unbearable. In the movie Casablanca 1, the patriot Victor Laszlo 2, senses a connection between his wife Ilsa Lund3 and Richard Blaine4 and asks her whether she were alone in Paris when she met Blaine....Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone, that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty.
I can't loseI had grown to know several different flavors of isolation in the days when I was off on assignment, before I met Faye. When I was in Oposhnya, I wasn't even allowed to call home because I might give myself away. Since they'd cast me in the role of a black market trader, it wasn't considered a necessity for me to speak Ukrainian. I employed the language passably most of the time, but varying from standard Russian would come out in a multi-slavic salad once in a while, like some kind of reading from Solzhenitsyn's One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovitch.
Got this strange infatuation
When my seeds were sown
Then the cold wind blowing in my face
My life was just confusion
And when I roll my eyes they say
I've lost my sense of reason
...
I can't lose
You don't know the things that I know
And when the rain comes down
I see the lights in town gently calling
But I have to keep on walking
...
Hang me out to dry
Don't worry about your schedule, you have a very large window and you'll be able to follow your partner's lead. See you bright and early in the morning. |
I cannot sleep because I know.
I cannot sleep because I shall dream
That Death awaits you on the field.
Don't go, my husband whom
I cannot see.
Don't go, you will never come back.
You are far away
And jealous Death will not let you
Come back to me.