It’s been a long time since I have read Dostoevsky, but I recall his deep dives into introspection. More recently, I don’t recall reading anything so psycho-mental based as this. It’s like a PsyOp novel. It seems Will’s inner world is more real than his perceptions.
Harking back to the black-eyed man, when I was a young art student in Holland, I had just missed the bus to get to my night class. I ran as fast as I could to catch up to the bus, and caught up to it a few blocks later at a light. I moved to the back of the bus, and an old man sitting opposite stared at me—his expression was ingrained and calmly evil. At the time I wondered if he might have been a Nazi SS officer. This was in 1978, the timing would have been right. Luckily, I felt totally indifferent to his stares, and had no fear. I felt a weird detached feeling like a scientist observing a germ. I have never forgotten that, and I’m instinctively certain he was the most evil man I’v seen up close.
This story of yours, recalls what it might have been like if I had not been so removed from negative karma.
I’m glad you left this comment. The things going on in our minds can seem so real to us, I wonder where the line is drawn between our imagination and the reality that we create in our heads.
Your run in with that man in Holland definitely reminds me of the man in the woods. Evil is present in some people. I have wondered what might happen to someone who isn’t so perceptive to that negative energy when they encounter that type of person.
It’s been a long time since I have read Dostoevsky, but I recall his deep dives into introspection. More recently, I don’t recall reading anything so psycho-mental based as this. It’s like a PsyOp novel. It seems Will’s inner world is more real than his perceptions.
Harking back to the black-eyed man, when I was a young art student in Holland, I had just missed the bus to get to my night class. I ran as fast as I could to catch up to the bus, and caught up to it a few blocks later at a light. I moved to the back of the bus, and an old man sitting opposite stared at me—his expression was ingrained and calmly evil. At the time I wondered if he might have been a Nazi SS officer. This was in 1978, the timing would have been right. Luckily, I felt totally indifferent to his stares, and had no fear. I felt a weird detached feeling like a scientist observing a germ. I have never forgotten that, and I’m instinctively certain he was the most evil man I’v seen up close.
This story of yours, recalls what it might have been like if I had not been so removed from negative karma.
I’m glad you left this comment. The things going on in our minds can seem so real to us, I wonder where the line is drawn between our imagination and the reality that we create in our heads.
Your run in with that man in Holland definitely reminds me of the man in the woods. Evil is present in some people. I have wondered what might happen to someone who isn’t so perceptive to that negative energy when they encounter that type of person.
Oh no. Isn’t life just like that sometimes. Crushing!
I believe you are a True Romantic John.