↑ 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 (7/33)
December 9, 1990
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A foggy, raining morning drifting by sail and propellor south toward Ballito Bay where we checked in w/local custom controllers. I washed my hair in a fresh water stream where a woman + child had been scrubbing clothes. Ate yam root + onions. Slept. Hoisted that 10 ton anchor ‘til our hands literally bled. Up to where we sit now, north, in a small cove where the locals caught fish and we fried them w/noodles + onions + garlic and ate them with salivating gusto!!
Talk of the evening includes where to go next (in life) and touched on the dirty lure of NYC where, it turns out, Dominique may be hiring an apartment sitter. Sign me up! Spacious 72nd street pad w/sunken tubs and 5 bedrooms. Hmmm. I’m tired and want to read Naipaul. Will do! Tired. Cold (sniff). Scabies.