Episode One – Little Deaths
“So, it’s preparation,” Kylie the Grifter stated.
“Perhaps,” Edwin the Seeker stated.
“Hm. Well. Too narrow?” Kylie the Grifter asked, insinuating his questions may have missed the mark. Or not insinuating so much as down-right asking. Laying it out – guilty of ignorance or not. The Seeker knew. There were no ignorant questions. The old cliché of ones never asked . . . Well, the Seeker knew as did the Grifter. They knew because they didn’t. They knew they knew nothing. One knows truly nothing. We are impressionable and we experience. We are bent, however. Skewed. In the thick of it, we view life and circumstance through a twisted lens. A mind so vast and advanced, yet, so unknown at the same time. As much as we know about our brains’ concept of reality, there is a thousand times as much ambiguous unknown – a universe of unknown. We are a collection and collaboration of experiences, tendencies, habits, preferences, genetics, memories (ours as well as our ancestors).
“No, not necessarily. Life is not a walkthrough rehearsal. It is as was said by a great philosopher of our time. ‘This life is more than just a read-through.’” The Seeker often guided. Showed and not told. Often he led. He did not point out necessarily so much as letting the Grifter come to his own conclusions. They had the understanding – the Grifter learned from the Seeker and the Seeker learned from himself. But the Seeker never acted haughtily about that fact. He by no means ever talked down to the Grifter, despite the Grifter’s moral choices, on this or any night.
“Hm. Is that Freud?” the Grifter asked.
“No. Anthony Kiedis. Front man for the Red Hot Chili Peppers!” the Seeker grinned. “See, it is like the fact of this maple leaf that you and I are currently floating on.”
“Dude, are we Canadian?”
“Not tonight. But may have been in the past, or will be in the future. So, when we come to stop at our port of destination on this river and this leaf leaves our lives, it will definitely have a place interwoven in the universe and our memory. It will crop up out of nowhere from a smell or word that you and I, one night in October, took a ride on her river of memories and imprinted our own. Here. Now.”
“Then what is the broad spectrum?”
“You answered your own question. It is indeed a spectrum. It is this. All the systems shutting down at once. Your mind on rewind. Total rest – physically, mentally, emotionally. So much so that these things take on lives of their own in dreams. A man riding a giraffe with a spider monkey on his back. Does this necessarily mean anything? Yes. Something. Is it necessary to my health and well being to know what this means? No.”
“Good. Because our ride is over. Docked. We are here,” Kylie the Grifter exited the maple leaf he and Edwin the Seeker rode to the port. Edwin decided to stay on the leaf as it began to sink. He, for whatever reason, decided to go down with his ship. And the Grifter let him and applauded as he sank. “Hurry back!” The Grifter yelled.
Cold sweat rolled off of Mallory’s neck as she awoke from the odd dream. Time to wake. She shook off the memory of maple leaves and rivers, and began her day.