He's just around the corner where I cannot get a picture of him. He's there, though. I feel him there watching.
I'm going to use him.
I'm a bit of a hermit now. I've left friends behind some years back and haven't bothered to make new. Associates? Sure. Not friends. Not people to trust or rely upon.
Now many of my closest are e-friends: almost imaginary in word and deed. Sometimes I could believe I dreamed them. Not the facebook kind, though. Thankfully.
I have a draft story about the near future where constant connected-ness works well for all but the 2%. You know us: "The blanks" to borrow from "20 Minutes Into the Future." An e-Hermit is a particular type of self-imposed gulag.
I'm going to revisit that draft and use this feeling of disconnectedness. I'm going to use the chance encounter card and play out the hand. I'm going to use the newly-sentient but morose Volvo. I promise it won't be Marvin from _HHGTTU_. It'll be a frightened kitten of a station wagon, like many Volvo owners. Not many bodies hauled in the back of those things.
So, Black Dog hanging around. I'm going to put the bastard to work. I can catch him with chocolate chip cookies. At least, it's always worked before.
Look around the corner - see if yours is there too. Offer him a cookie and see if he'll wag.
2 comments:
I hope you can sweeten up that black dog, Jack. You mention moving to a new place and not making friends. I know a bit about that. E-friends can keep you going and acquaintances are great for social interactions...and then one day, you realise one or two of them have become friends without your noticing. Keep that cookie jar next to you while you're writing. You'll enjoy them even if the black dog just lurks! :-)
Big bag of cookies on hand!
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