Auctorial Abscondences in Opusculum

A Box

[This is a draft from 18 March 2018. This is a raw piece of writing for me, you can see me trying to squeeze this massive idea into, well, a box. It took a long time (a time which has continued to now and won't fully be over until a long time to come) to completely wrap myself around what I'm trying to convey here. I still can't read this without feeling a lot of emotion. It's a skeleton, really, with little bits of talk that haven't fully decayed off of it yet. I might just edit this up and repost it to compare with my thoughts today, but for now...]

Five months to make up five years
Write a happy end to the novel so that life can continue
I'm a mystery box
What's inside
Love, anger, confusion, loss, longing, wanting

I'm not going to pretend like I'm perfect.
I'm not going to pretend like I deserve you.

Pandora

Labyrinth
Minotaur
Greek Symbolism

I don't blame Pandora for not opening the box.
I'm happy that the world outside won't fall to chaos.
But it's dark.

There's a box. I can't promise you what's inside. I can't promise you that it won't be Pandora's all over again. I don't even know if you want it.

I write a lot of words and think for far too long about really simple concepts.

I hope you're wrong about loyalty being fictional.