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Practical fairy tales: Moving swift as Mercury
One morning after she rose as a phoenix, the beautiful princess heard a song in her head, “Nowhere Man.” She knew that the man was Mr. Carrot. She closed her eyes and saw him in his faraway land. He was moving at an earthbound pace and his body had become boxier than when she knew it very personally, and within that box of chest through ribs a hardness had established itself, a hardness with very little sparkle.
“Making all his nowhere plans for nobody,” the Beatles sang inside her head. The beautiful princess cried, and she didn’t analyze why. She was just too tired, of inflating and deflating people, of believing in a fortunate or an adverse condition, a condition contingent to peace of mind.
A someone somewhere, a nobody nowhere. Mr. Carrot, he had been an entrancing place, rather like a magic forest through which she had passed.
Let him be wherever he is, she thought, and I will be here, moving swift as Mercury.”
Note: Mercury was the ancient Roman god of communication, the messenger god.
- July 20, 2010
- Filed under: Love, Men and women
- Comments 1
transformative, sociologically as well as psychologically.