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FIFTY-FIVE. Lost.
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Sep. 12th, 2007 | 07:39 pm
mood: 
accomplished
"The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place."
The beauty of mental impairment - the supposed case of Mad Cow disease - was his ability to become so thoroughly lost in his own mind. He often drifted while seated comfortably in his over-stuffed office chair with his feet propped on the desk. He floated through memories - some real, some fabricated - and sometimes tried to stay there.
Oh, sure, there were frequent haunts in the deeper parts of his brain - memories of his undefeated escapades, but the places where he found himself completely lost were the quiet places - the ones with the innocence of untainted childhood, before he was the undefeated Denny Crane. No, then he was just Denny - a polite, but awkwardly shy boy with glimmers of his future genius.
In non-drifting moments, the child is hidden, tucked beneath layers of rumored, diseased brain - so well hidden that no one believes Denny Crane was, in fact, a child. No, they seem to believe he has always been an adult, despite the obvious improbability of that assessment. But, beneath it all, he is still a child, wide-eyed and oblivious to the evils in the world.
The beauty of mental impairment - the supposed case of Mad Cow disease - was his ability to become so thoroughly lost in his own mind. He often drifted while seated comfortably in his over-stuffed office chair with his feet propped on the desk. He floated through memories - some real, some fabricated - and sometimes tried to stay there.
Oh, sure, there were frequent haunts in the deeper parts of his brain - memories of his undefeated escapades, but the places where he found himself completely lost were the quiet places - the ones with the innocence of untainted childhood, before he was the undefeated Denny Crane. No, then he was just Denny - a polite, but awkwardly shy boy with glimmers of his future genius.
In non-drifting moments, the child is hidden, tucked beneath layers of rumored, diseased brain - so well hidden that no one believes Denny Crane was, in fact, a child. No, they seem to believe he has always been an adult, despite the obvious improbability of that assessment. But, beneath it all, he is still a child, wide-eyed and oblivious to the evils in the world.