12-26-2018, 08:54 PM
That actually got a chuckle from Jude, a closed mouth 'Hmmmm!' of amusement. What was his deepest desire? He generally contented himself with simpler wants - a chocolate milkshake, strolling through a garden as the azaleas were blooming, the smell of fresh burning lavender - because the risk was low, and the reward could be deepened by a sense of gratitude and simplicity. Complex wants, true wants, deep wants, were the sorts of things that kept people up at night, that made them haggard and weak and bitter. Sometimes, the chasm between having and wanting was so great that people threw themselves into that gaping cavern, and died there.
Jude did not want to die. Not yet.
"It would have been too long a conversation on the lawn," Jude explained, similarly feeling that Near was missing the point, mostly through sheer force of will. Certain types of people laughed off coincidences and ignored patterns, waving their hands and saying, No, no, that would be ridiculous, submerging themselves in what was commonly accepted as true and never surfacing. Often times what was once absurd or impossible burst from the cage of conspiracy to be plain fact, and these skeptics, these head-shaking plain Joes and Janes, were left blinking owlishly at the New Obvious.
"You didn't get that from down there?" He nodded at the bottle. "You haven't been up here long, have you?" When two people were talking past one another, the weaker party had to submit to the stronger. Jude's conversation left his intended path and merged onto Near's, the roads temporarily joined as Jude continued to ponder how to explain, to this total stranger, that his father had been involved with a cult that was trying to destroy the country, and, ideally, the world.
Jude did not want to die. Not yet.
"It would have been too long a conversation on the lawn," Jude explained, similarly feeling that Near was missing the point, mostly through sheer force of will. Certain types of people laughed off coincidences and ignored patterns, waving their hands and saying, No, no, that would be ridiculous, submerging themselves in what was commonly accepted as true and never surfacing. Often times what was once absurd or impossible burst from the cage of conspiracy to be plain fact, and these skeptics, these head-shaking plain Joes and Janes, were left blinking owlishly at the New Obvious.
"You didn't get that from down there?" He nodded at the bottle. "You haven't been up here long, have you?" When two people were talking past one another, the weaker party had to submit to the stronger. Jude's conversation left his intended path and merged onto Near's, the roads temporarily joined as Jude continued to ponder how to explain, to this total stranger, that his father had been involved with a cult that was trying to destroy the country, and, ideally, the world.