↑ 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 (2/33)
December 6, 1990
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Dusk falls in tranquil serenity. A beautiful protected, surrounded cove: this is where we dwell. The tourist lights have popped on, but pink clouds still drift through the blue sky overhead. One, larger purple cluster hangs above the treeline. Through a line of palms, I see light shining off more water: the bay (harbor) continued… then then ocean. Toward which we may (ojalá) soon venture.
Sebastian + doctor of diesel have just departed toward the tourist shore, their curling wake laps against the steel hull of the 48’ deck which supports me. I can hear their voices, now, near a large, yacht-type vessel, requesting intricate tools to continue the intricate task of repairing our boat’s dual massive engines. Will they succeed? Or will we remain marooned (so to speak) in this harbor for 21 days. I am prepared for either… sort of.
Market trip with Natalia filled better part of the middle of the day.
Too dark to see, or write.