Into The Flesh – Day 02

“Patterns drawn out from the mind through memory. Have they been eroded by the sands of time or are these patterns in themselves the mode of recollection? Please, pick up those pieces of yesterday and tell me what brought us to the present.’

‘Did music play a role?’

‘Yes, music was either at the fore or in the background.’

‘A constant in your life then?’

‘Omnipresent.’

‘Would you say that music played a role in your decision making?’

‘It has always had an effect on my mood so I would have to say yes. It helps my mind go places and speaks for me when I would rather remain silent.’

‘A means of communication then?’

‘Yeah’

‘Do you create music yourself?’

‘Not for a while.’

‘Is there a why to that?’

‘Yeah, there is nothing in this world that gives me heart. So I let the music of others say my piece.’

‘That sounds very passive.’

‘Oh, I choose the music and I am very selective.’

‘All rock music then?’

‘No, rock is a way of thinking, I listen to and play all different styles of music. Whatever suits the mood or sets the mood.’

‘So you still play?’

‘I sing along to my favourite moments from time to time. It keeps my hand in and brings back memories. Other than that I tinker with the guitar searching for rhythm.’

‘Would I be wrong to assume that something or someone let you down, broke your rhythm and that’s when your music stopped?’

‘That could be one way of putting it.’

‘A woman?’

‘Ha! They have always been problematic but no it was not a woman. Several of them sure, then life in general, circumstance and finally: just not caring any more.’

‘So you used to care but a series of events ground you down to the point of giving up?’

‘I’m not one for giving up but yeah, that about sums it up.’

‘Could you give me an example of one of these events?’

‘Well you seem interested in the women in my life so I’ll pick one of them. I met this girl when I was about 17, pretty thing, slender, brown eyes. We had chatted under a balcony while waiting for the rain to stop and I found out that she was staying in the area for the holidays with her dad. That her parents were divorced , that the mother was a nympho, that she wasn’t like her mother but nevertheless wanted to spend time with me in the bedroom so that I could sodomise her.’

‘Did you?’

‘No, we had sex but always the way God intended.’

‘Are you religious?’

‘Not hardly, I just wanted to clarify which hole I put my dick in.’

‘Okay. Well. Did this become more of a relationship or was it a fleeting fling?’

‘It lasted a few months. The holidays ended and she went back to her mother but called from time to time to let me know that she was thinking about me.’

‘Did you call her?’

‘Yeah, yeah I called, I had a soft spot for her even though I knew she was a liar.’

‘How did you know that she was a liar?’

‘Well, the first time we had sex she told me that it was her first time. There really was no sign of that. I’ll spare you the details.’

‘Was that all?’

‘That was enough.’

‘So you don’t trust easily then?’

‘Never.’

‘Let’s leave it at that for today then.”