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altered ego continued.
2007-03-26 11:29PM / 標準BLOG / 會員可以看

i have been working on, among other things, the continuing projects for altered ego. you may remember the first two assignments. it has become a test of my skill-set and patience. i am learning to love the challenge.
here is part three and four:

part three is about journeys and routines. i chose to show the routes my character samuel goes through in an abstract visual, since up until that point it had all been representational. the three elements are journeys of the past, present and future paralleled with his journeys of the mind, heart and body. kinda hard to explain, but i thought i'd give a little bit of a context.

part four is about a childhood memory. we are asked to fill in a sheet of sentences with portions left blank, (basically worded leadingly to give a starting point for ideas). my character samuel, is a bit of an awkward guy around women and i chose to expose the backstory for this. this piece narrates a moment in samuel's childhood where his pubescent babysitter experiments sexually with him- she is represented by the lamb because she was innocent in her intent. samuel does not regard the time as painful, but almost as warming- he does not, however, remember much of it.

i'll keep it coming every few assignments or so. hope you guys like it.

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i was born in indonesia. ...
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i was born in indonesia.
in 1989, my parents brought me to canada.

soyez amoureuses, vous serez heureuse.
d'où venons-nous? qui sommes-nous? où allons-nous?

I stopped and turned to look behind me. The slope twisted palely down toward the town like the tracks of some gigantic insect. I looked up at the sky then, under the moonlight, and glanced at my palm. With a rush of understanding I knew this wasn’t my hand anymore. I can’t explain it. But at a glance I knew. My hand was no longer my hand, my legs no longer my legs.

Bathed in the pallid moonlight, my body, like some plaster puppet, had lost all living warmth. As if a voodoo magician had put a spell on me, blowing my transient life into this lump of clay. The spark of life had vanished. My real life had fallen asleep somewhere, and a faceless someone was stuffing it in a suitcase, about to leave.

An awful chill swept through me and I felt choked. Someone had rearranged my cells, untied the threads that held my mind together. I couldn’t think straight. All I was able to do was retreat as fast as I could to my usual place of refuge. I took a huge breath, sinking in the sea of consciousness to the very bottom. Pushing aside the heavy water I plunged down quickly and grabbed a huge rock there with both arms. The water crushed my eardrums. I squeezed my eyes tightly closed, held my breath, resisting. Once I made up my mind, it wasn’t that difficult. I grew used to it all – the water pressure, the lack of air, the freezing darkness, the signals the chaos emitted. It was something I’d mastered again and again as a child.

Time reversed itself, looped back, collapsed, reordered itself. The worlds stretched out endlessly – and yet was defined and limited. Sharp images – just the images alone—passed down dark corridors, like jellyfish, like souls adrift. But I steeled myself not to look at them. If I acknowledged them, even a little they would envelop themselves in meaning. Meaning was fixed to the temporal, and the temporal was trying to force me to rise to the surface. I shut my mind tight to it all, waiting for the procession to pass.

How long I remained that way, I don’t know. When I bobbed to the surface, opened my eyes, and took a silent breath, the music had already stopped. The enigmatic performance was finished. I listened carefully. I couldn’t hear a thing. Absolutely nothing. No music, no people’s voices, no rustle of the wind.

-excerpt, Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami

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