He remembers the wide-open field, that magical space in his previous life where he found refuge – and himself – in the glare of the sun, among true friends, once upon a time, before the music turned into a spirit-crushing business.
(The irony is that over the years, the wide-open playing field has turned into an ouroboros. The hippies, the wellness specialists, the new age gurus, alongside the cults and militias with their unnatural approach to naturalism and self-reliance – they’ve taken over, conducting their own brand of business on its hallowed premises.
Or has he forgotten?)
Cantering down the world’s obscure roads, far away from the land that almost ate him alive, Jim revisits his past in a series of deja-vus.
~ Excerpt from CRAWLING KING SNAKE (from the upcoming short story collection CHECK THE GATES ONE LAST TIME — a work in progress)