↑ 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 (6/33)
December 9, 1990
Choose a different dreamscape
Last night the itches which began as cute and manageable irritations progressed toward a clawing scratching ripping of my scalp + upper buttocks. What has infested my flesh? Sleep, already a distant reality by the desire to tear my skin to shreds, evenesces with the advent of a profound + pronounced creaking near the base of my bed. Agh! Launches me into a frenzied search. Discovering nothing but a shifting seam where bed meets floor. Futile cramming of cassette liner into crack yields nothing but exasperation and wide-eyed frustration. Moved my bleeding body to an external bed and slept an hour + ½ til time to HOIST THE ANCHOR ONCE AGAIN.