A story is made up of a series of scenes strung like pearls to form a narrative unity. Here is the FIRST DRAFT of the opening scene of “On Elephant Road.”
Chapter 1: The Confession
I never cared much for visiting this city.
Or any city when you get right down to it. There’s just too much noise trapped in too confined a space making it nearly impossible to hear oneself think. Not that I actually “think” or need “time” to work out my “thoughts” if you catch my drift.
Anyway, this time it was different.
Sailing high above the crowded skyline surrounded by thick gray rain clouds which did their damn best to wash the city clean again, I was almost glad to be here once again. Okay, to be strictly accurate I shouldn’t lead you on by talking about my “emotions” despite what you may have heard or read elsewhere.
After all, the “word” is not the “thing.”
But I WILL need to resort to language and concepts you’ll understand in order to convey the gist of the matter, so please humor me as we take this journey together. Fair enough?
Anyway, to be honest I did pause for a moment or two as I made my way past the North and South pools before finally heading uptown for my rendezvous. And if you were with me at that precise moment and paying attention to anything else other than your own internal monologue you might have said that my mood lightened a bit as I approached Lincoln Center.
You see, I was on my way to visit an old friend.
Not that he was expecting me.
He probably wouldn’t even notice when I finally arrived, unannounced. Nothing new for me, to be sure. I tend to show up like “a thief in the night” as someone once quipped a long, long time ago. Or was it just yesterday?
You’ll have to excuse me once again. I was never very good at keeping track of your “time.”
But enough about me. Too much nonsense has already filled your books and your minds to bursting about what you think is real — about me, about a great many things indeed — and ultimately about what you THINK is possible… and what’s not.
Anyway this is his story, after all.
And maybe in some small measure yours as well?