I saw a dream. There was a room, a round room with windows sealed, and all the space was filled with fumes of cheap cigars, or weeds, and whisky; like in those tiny poker gigs where players almost touch each other’s shoulders, peeking at the cards. Although, my players weren’t holding any cards, just gazing at me, asking the same question on and on, and the Morrison was the most persistent. ‘Why live, if not a waste by 27?’. Why, indeed? Does the imaginary count?
From his point, Jim is right. By the time he was 27, he already had many stuff done. Not just done, but presented and loved. Was he just tired or wasted, doesn’t matter now, but the matter is: does the death, or whatever, guide and guard the iconic people; is he or she the most faithful and inspired lover of their arts; and do these deathly blows appear, when their flames start fading? They could be just some kicks, but the evolvement may always follow, down to the ash.
‘Why live, if not a waste by 27?’ Ask John Lennon, Brian May, Roger Waters, and many more. This 27 is a line, a period you must realize, do plenty of thinking: whereto, how, and, finally, why should you move. By this time, most people either understand themselves and see their future, or take the nearest easiest offering, selling themselves into another’s real life. Not real for them, anymore.
For the creative soul, haven’t reached the perspective development yet, this age could turn out one hell of a crisis. And, nowadays this is not just a very bad illness, it’s the pest of wasted world. Not only people have no idea of how to meet your creations; not only you can’t abandon all that ideas marching in your head and get to know how to put your face on the map of the virtual world; even death is confused, whom to mentor.
So, why the dream? I had these thoughts above, and then I got the feeling, maybe, this is how death now interacts – through the dead that you admire. They should admire you.
“Why live, if not a waste by 27?” Same question, the fourth time.
“Jim, I am the seasoned spirit. Make it double-aged.”
Then I woke up. The last thing I remember was, him licking his lips.
So, double. Deal.
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26\04/06/13