↑ Vantage pt for Jay Levine at tippity top of crow's nest before he jumped.
Das Boot: the first and perhaps most profound of the Dreamscape categories in that it describes not only the day-to-day adventures of a Caribbean escape, but also a moment that was much of a fulcrum or a rubicon for everyone involved, both a gathering and a dispersal. They were all twenty-four or twenty-five years old, an age where everything in the past seems like prologue and the next turned page is where the story really begins. There was a lot of debate about what comes next: plans hatched, destinies reconsidered. And soon after: Sebastian heading for Brazil, Christoph to Argentina, Helene to New Zealand, our pal Jayson and Natalie both to New York City. And the more we studied these pages, the stronger the urge became to apply allegory and deeper significance to everything that was written. And although 'reality' strongly resists such neat and tidy structuring, nonetheless here it is.
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Das Boot (10/33)
December 11, 1990
Choose a different dreamscape
A day fraught with the 1st tingles of a vague angst. At what? From where? One’s own inevitable mortality and imminent demise? Mine in this case. Just plain fear? Of what? Death? Deep water? Uncertainty and unknown? Tomorrow we move again and with movement comes an escape… movement! Sailing.
But, we pick up Christoph and Helene and with them…? My own insecurities? It’s been awhile since I’ve seen Chris. We parted as brothers… are we still? I hope so. I think so.
And then? Back here to St. Vincent for one night or two and then…? Onward I hope, to white sand beaches and azure water and just crystal clean sand wherever one looks.