Flash Fiction from Taylor Napolsky

Opening Credits Sequence

A different movement puts me in the mood to think, to really get something right. So what comes to mind? High and Low. The Kurosawa movie pops into the head. (My head—yes.) The man gazing up at the lavish home from down in the gutter, in his shack. That’s right. Jealousy. Poverty.

What else?

Concentrating on speech and writing, speech and writing...forming thoughts as words and then verbally expressing them and then putting it on paper or on a screen...logocentric…there has to be an elegant solution on how to mix these actions. I can tell what it is! Belief. Confidence. Singing (feel the singing); frequencies; fluctuations like waves and how they sing to you. Listen. I never stopped listening.

Even when I stopped listening I never stopped listening, if you know what I mean.

Pacing. Muttering. Murmuring. Eating. Fruit snacks. Gummy bears. Gummy worms. My favorites.

Throw a podcast on; here’s hoping I hear something incisive.... Pause the podcast: sometimes you get into a conversation that’s so good, that’s so trying and complex, it makes your head hurt—head hurt in a good way.

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