I’m staring at a blank screen, only it’s not blank now. Eleven words. Eleven words are now encrypted onto this screen. They’re easy to delete, sure, but it’s what comes after the deleting that’s the hard part. After the deleting of the eleven words that make this screen I’m staring at no longer blank, I must think of eleven more words. I must think of eleven words to form a sentence, to form clauses, to form phrases. I must think of eleven words whose parts of speech are adjectives, nouns, verbs, adverbs, prepositions, conjunctions, pronouns, and interjections. Who start with a letter a-z in the alphabet. Who are composed of a number of letters somewhere in the infinite amount of possibilities of numbers. If I delete the eleven words that I began this blog writing with then none of my elaboration on those eleven words would make sense. The elaboration on I’m, I’m staring, I’m staring at, I’m staring at a blank screen, none of it would make sense because those words, they wouldn’t exist, not encrypted into this screen. Not encrypted onto this screen that was blank before I wrote those eleven words.
Christopher Boone did not like to use metaphors, this was because his mind could not understand them. Christopher Boone had to know what exactly someone was saying when they said it. In some ways, my mind is like Christopher’s, but in others, it is not. My mind is like Christopher John Francis Boone’s in the sense that I think logically and with reason. But my mind differs from Christopher in the sense of visualization, and in the sense of metaphors, for I do understand metaphors. A metaphor is a figure of speech, and is in some ways like a mask. A metaphor is a word or a phrase that is used to compare two things, usually unalike. Things such as objects, ideas, feelings, and thoughts. Metaphors help me, they allow me to say what I’m thinking, but in a euphemistic way. You could say they just generally allow me to say what I’m thinking, good or bad. Rather than saying “I love you,” rather than saying “I hate you,” rather than saying “life is not fair” I would say euphemistic metaphor. Because that’s what I do, I use metaphors.
You can’t delete what you’ve done. Life isn’t a screen, life isn’t a piece of paper. Every living breath we take is history in the making. Our future leaders, our future loved ones, our future lives, they’re history in the making. They’re the past, they’re the present, they’re the future. You cannot delete the past. The novel you’re writing right now cannot be whited out. The future is yet to come, the enter key is above the shift key. So the metaphor in this all:
Eleven words, fifty one characters: “I’m staring at a blank screen, only it’s not blank now.”
The metaphor is this:
Our lives are not full of emptiness, but are full themselves.
I’m staring at a blank screen, and the metaphor is this:
Five words, twenty one characters: Where does my story begin?
