The Rainbow (sequel after epilogue for TDK)

DECEMBER (preface)

Preface

                All of this story has already happened. It is contained in memories that come and go like fog in early autumn. In pictures and photographs that hang on walls between people and that separate us from one another. This is one of those between places now; it is the light of early morning and at the cusp of something so much larger than I can conceive it to be. All of these things happen all around me, all at once, and I remember everything.

                When I told stories before, I used to think that everything happened the way I said it did. It was black and white and there was nothing in between my mouth, my thoughts, and the people who moved between them. I was not a liar, and this is how it happened.

                I know so much better now.

                All of this story has already happened. I've written it down many times. I've told it to many people. And I've dreamed it every night. But I still haven't been able to tell it and walk away from it. I don't know if this will happen now, but I'm going to try.

                What I say now is what I remember. I do not know if it is wholly true. If you ask Jasmine, or Gerard, or Vivian, they will tell you something different. In some parts, I have asked them, and they have told me, but even then, I know that there is something I am missing, something language cannot convey, and some space in their mind that even they don't have access to, no matter how hard they try. But we all work with what we have, what we think we know, and try to create the rest from there. 

                This is the only thing I know: I am Frank. And this is what I believe to have happened to me and to us, and this is the best that I can do.

                All of this story has already happened. This is what happened: