August 24, 2006
JOGGING IN DARK WATERS
I've been jogging since early June, I don't remember when, exactly, and today I did 30 solid minutes — 20 non-stop from Paulina/Greenleaf to Ridge/Dempster in Evanston, and then 10 more on the way back. The mind plays tricks on lungs and muscles every single time, but the mind can be defeated. I've a few lessons, at least, to learn from all this.
All the way through, I prayed for rain, to get drenched in the city's condensed sky-sewage and so taste the effluent of millions of dreams.
Tonight, I finish Koji Suzuki's stories collected in Dark Water (Vertical, 2004). Like much J-horror showing up on the big screen, it's the stuff of stock ghost stories, but driven by relentless, mercilessly demented love-gone-vengeful, congealing into phantasms of the four elements and dripping with the blood of purgatorial remorse.
I'm not yet ready to become a character of my own narratives again, to put on the raiments of professorial certitude. If it rains tonight, I'll run out and slosh around yet in my own dark waters, to wipe the salt from my stinging eyes and clear the creases of my outlook.
Posted by Benjamin at August 24, 2006 07:17 PM
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