Lessons I Teach Myself
Lessons I Teach Myself
Location as a character:
A flat bare desert.
On the surface - it is deserted of any life.
Under the surface? Worms, insects, scorpions, desert spiders and snakes have their way with the dry rocky ground. They are silent though, the creatures of the desert.
No horizon for miles and miles.
Here, the earth is flat and any memory of an ocean is long gone.
No water in centuries.
No oasis in this piece of desert.
One single dirt road on the way to nowhere. A road just wide enough for two cars, but no two cars ever come upon this road from opposite directions in the same time. It is a road one ends up in when they are headed nowhere, or headed from nowhere. There is no roadside motel in this part of Nevada. The road doesn't even appear on a map. Nor does it show on the various google maps, Waze and so on.
If one would like to, say, disappear - they'd come here and they'd escape any cell tower, any internet connection, any human being looking to get in their business.
There are two types of people that would end up in this corner of the desert:
One is the lost loser. On his or her way from nowhere to nowhere, and going through the road less traveled may soothe the shame a bit, for a second.
The other is a curious type, that likes to live in some sort of danger, on the edge of nothingness. On the edge of death, perhaps. A risk taker, a rebel, a renegade.
This piece of the desert is the edge of the world. It is the edge of our two characters' world.
When one is on an edge, they can review the bottom, face it's demise, and jump towards it.
Maybe they'd survive and crawl up with the dignity of surviving a fall, an epic fall. Maybe they'll reach past the edge into the ground and never be seen in the flesh again. Maybe they wouldn't jump at all. Maybe they'd fall. Or maybe they'd be pushed. Or maybe, they'd use their wings to fly above the edge. How so? It's a story, and in a story - anything imagined can be possible.
But our characters don't fly off over the edge. Nor do they survive it. They live in it.
The edge? The edge is their home.
Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog that may, or may not be, of any significance to anyone other than herself. If you found her lil' life lessons, stories, poems and blurbs meaningful to you, well that's f**ing amazing! Comment and share so she can pat herself in the back - she doesn't do that nearly enough. Cheers.