Aug the Twenty-Fourth
I like the other way better. Wasn’t bad, still had that magickal fairy tale feel to it that made me feel like a little kid snuggling in a blanket whilst the world’s current Magna Relator (that’s Latin for “Great Storyteller,” something I just looked up on Google Translate right now) slings me his words, but… I don’t know.
What I do know, however, is why Wind->Keyhole is the only extra addition to the main Dark Tower storyline that King released after said story came to its conclusion. At least, I think I know: in his Afterword for W->K, King gives us some words written in the letters of Gilead’s High Speech. He then defines the two most beautiful words in any language: “I forgive.” A lot of Readers, Constant and Otherwise, were unhappy with the way King ended the Dark Tower series. I, myself, am not included in that thickly-written lot, for I loved the ending despite the fact that I knew exactly how the story would end after reading the first page of The Gunslinger, and that’s true whether you believe me or not, me cully.
The Dark Tower is easily and clearly King’s most important story, both from a reader’s and from a writer’s perspective, and like King himself said, there was only one way for it to end. Stories (and thoughts/ideas in general) don’t just pop into our heads, at least not as far as I’m concerned; they’re floating somewhere out there in the universe and they choose us more than we create them. Hell, maybe they even create us in some wacky bass ackwards existential way. Regardless, King’s greatest story has an ending, and a lot of folks weren’t happy about that ending, and I don’t think King was too happy about that. I think it upset him a lot; he put over thirty years – thirty years, Journal! I haven’t even lived that long yet! – into telling the tale of Roland of Gilead, and many of those he told it to told him just how nasty of a taste it left in their mouths.
Well I think that whole nonsense left a nasty taste in Mister King’s mouth. The taste of betrayal, mayhap, or even the taste of self-loathing. As a recovering addict (oh gag me with a fucking spoon), I know that latter taste very well, and it doesn’t taste good. I can’t even imagine how Mister King felt… I would have been utterly destroyed. Probably would’ve never written another word again, one way or the other.
Yes, Journal, that was a suicide bar. I keep it real or I throw it out, that’s just what the fuck it is.
I know for a fact that Stephen King will never read this journal, because he’s go’n’a find the clearing at the end of his path long before I will, but I’m still going to say this: I forgive you. I was never mad in the first place, you have nothing to be forgiven for, but Mister King? Albey the Mad Poet forgives you, and so would Iuqon the Mage and Ram’rl the Unfallen had they not perished at the Battle of Jericho Tower along with the retched ranks of the Rotting Ents.
My life wouldn’t be the same without the Dark Tower, Journal. Albey as I know him would not exist. Probably wouldn’t exist at all, I’d probably go by Sidney. Or even worse, Sid’. Yikes. Some folks just prefer to spew hatred, they go into things looking for something to be mad about. Me? I’d rather enjoy what I spend my time on. I don’t know, maybe that’s just me.
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In other news, I’m officially one week sober. Never thought I’d be writing that in a journal, but… yeah. One week off my drug of choice, and it is a drug. I understand that now. It’s a plant, yes, but it’s also a drug, and after smoking that drug all day every day for the past few years of my life, I’m a week sober.
Big fuckin’ whoop. Week two, here we go.
So let’s see: day seven and I have three books left of the Dark Tower. You read it here first, Journal – I’m going to finish by day ten. Mark my words, for they soon shall come true.
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Thank you, Journal. ‘Preciate ya. Good sleeps and good dreams~
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