Aug the Twenty-Seventh
A thought about what King refers to as “the touch” in the Dark Tower books and “the shine” in a few of his other works, notably The Shining (I haven’t even read it and I know that, come on!), which is essentially psychic abilities, and in this case, precognition specifically:
Perhaps it’s real. Perhaps all humans have some sort of latent psychic ability, perhaps they’re so deeply… not ingrained, but like… fuck, what’s the word? So… so… so involved? I guess? Sure – maybe psychic abilities are so involved in our daily mental processes that we don’t even notice they’re there. The other day, I said I’d finish the Dark Tower series over the next three days. As it turned out, I finished Wolves of the Calla in three days. Mayhap I knew that it would take me three days to read Wolves – mayhap I remembered doing it in a past life, oh shit, maybe reincarnation and all that shit plays a role, oh shit! – but I just misremembered it, or maybe the signal came through fuzzy, or maybe after reading the hundredish pages of Wolves I had for the day, instead of going right on to book 6, I rolled a tiny joint and went for a stroll to The Foothill and got to talkin’ with some highdeas.
I know, sloppy work. Very sloppy work. It wasn’t big though, the crutch was like… at least four times longer than the actual weed. A longcrutch joint if ever I have rolled one. I only got a few hits, it’s not a problem. I don’t think–… no, I know it’s not a problem. Just a little reversal in delayed gratification is all. If I smoked a full joint, three joints, you know, enough to get me back on the wagon? That would have been a problem. But I only had a few hits, and I only did it because I’ve regained my ability to sleep without soaking myself like a cold water bottle left out in the sun – just washed my sheets today – and… I don’t know. I’m not leaving my house much these days, I wanted to go for a little hike to get some fresh air. I thought that hike might be made more enjoyable with weed… but now that I’m writing this, I don’t really have anything to compare highking to, as the last time I went hiking without weed was… I can’t even remember. Granted, it might have been last week, but I don’t remember either way. Regardless, of course I decided to breathe in smoke while I was getting fresh air. Got’a have balance, right?
Whatever, doesn’t matter. Not a problem. Didn’t smoke enough to climb back on the wagon, just enough to hear the beating hooves of the horses pulling the wagon.
The robotic horses. And the driver is a Wolf, straight out of the Calla. Yyyyeeeeaaaahhhh. Thank god for Stephen King, ‘man. Thank god for that brilliant human creature.
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Say thankya, Journal. ‘Preciate ya. Good sleeps and good dreams~
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