The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 105
Another month went by. I stayed completely clear of Ello except for one thing: I’d begun posting chronologically sequenced chapters of my novel—this novel, originally intended as a 20 year memoir, 1995-2015.
Hadn’t picked up many followers but the reads, or views—Ello was primarily about visual art—multiplied post by post.
Mike, who seemed deleriously impressed with the excerpts I’d sent him, continued suggesting I move the whole thing over to Facebook, where he promised it would receive a lot more attention, especially from the literary crowd.
Yeah, well, maybe. Truth is I still missed Juliette. Like crazy, sometimes. Here, at least—though I never visited her feed —I was still within range, should some odd fluctuation of gravity, some temporal anomaly bring us inside touch distance.
But, you know how it goes. You look at the place you are, what was and what is, the mediocrity of routine, moon coming up over the stupid town, hot summer sun replacing it the next morning, coffee, cats, Soma.fm, night again…
So you go to Juliette’s feed.
And also, quite naturally, you find something remarkable there. Her follower numbers are back up. She’s opened it back up to comments. And she’s posting, again.
And the very first post you take note of, maybe six or eight posts down, is a b&w GIF of a female hand completing a handwritten letter that reads: “Please forgive me for what I did last night. I love you.”
Yeah yeah. Sure. Don’t get caught up here, brother. Except… Jesus, that post was now also her feed’s banner. She’d relplaced the old one with a still visual image of that same GIF. In other words, in order to view her posts, you HAD to view that banner. She’d made sure of it.
I backed off. Two weeks, maybe three weeks later I revisited, scrolled down. There was a GIF of a grave, tulips placed on top trembled in the wind. The caption read: Forgive me yet?
So I did. I wrote: I do.
The banner came down that evening.
My head raced back to those two Warhol era lovers who jumped, 14th floor, downtown LA.
Yeah. No fucking wonder.