The Trickster Diaries/Epilogue, Part 8
It’s rare, running into a guy like John, someone willing to tear away the fabric in order to get to the framework it conceals. Most of the people in El’s class that day will likely stay clear of any such future encounter, or even a split second peek at the crazy wiring of perception and emotion laid bare through the deconstruction process.
For good reason: too many layers to peel back. Too many delicately integrated parts to attempt to reassemble. Too many beautiful lies.
Better reason: fear, desire, social duty.
Best reason: clinging.
So what does it tell you, about me, when I say I HOPE the place Laura is fixing up for me falls through? That, as I suspect, her baby bird voice hides wicked intent?
Truth is, I disentangled myself from the tribal mind long ago.
Time now to dislodge from her bosom.