hey will! what are your thoughts on the 1938 war of the worlds broadcast?
Ha! Ha! Don't think I knew of it 'til I was properly in the Abime, to be honest. Though I figure if there were Martians about I'd have seen them already!
I can only imagine! It sounded like you did have more company previously though, before. Did the others leave when you started hiding? What are you hiding from? Are you not in contact with any of them any more?
I won't be getting into specifics. But it's quiet around here!
Hey William. Who's Seb?
One of the kids who's been lookin' 'round here, I figure!
Second day of these memory logs. Today, Henry asked me my favorite memory. And I said I’m at this dance hall in Harlem, right? Maybe mid-twenties. Maybe the night of January 7th 1925. It’s hard to really cast my mind back that far, you know? It’s all some kinda mishmash, memories existing at the same time. Or maybe I’ve just got a real crappy memory. Well, I’m standing in a corner — must not be a huge one for parties, or maybe I knew I was a bit queer — and I remember everything glowing all golden-like. High ceilings, all decked out. It’s a gas. Dancers all crowding the floor, a man spinning his sweetheart past me as he fixes his tie with the other hand. A woman laughing to my right. The smell of booze. And that music. That swing. I feel the music surrounding me in my bones, shaking me from the inside out, just like it’s shaking everyone else in this joint. Just coasting along to the vibrations.
And then — fewer people this time. The night’s winding down, fellas are going home with their dolls. We’re giving one last hurrah for the couples still knocking it out on the dance floor. These kids are a bit more sauced now, swaying and laughing and bumping into each other. They dimmed the lights some. I’m still sticking around in my corner. Nobody by my side now. And that music. Still loud as hell, ringing out the night, shaking me from the inside out. And that’s kinda it, I told him. Great night.
The Lunar New Year is usually the time for a week-long celebration in Chinatown, but in 1938 China was at war with Japan. On January 31st, residents of Chinatown observed the start of 4642 by praying in Joss houses (temples) rather than carousing in the streets. They were also working toward collecting $600,000, set as the year's war relief quota of the Chinese Consolidated Benevolent Association.
Photo: Associated Press
Hey Will, pleasure to make your acquaintance (thanks for following me as well). What do you think of the night sky? Do you remember anything about it or when was the last time you saw it? And do you like stars?
Nice to make your acquaintance! The night sky kept me company for a while, 'round when I first began talkin' to Henry. Had a good view of it! The sky during the day too, of course, but I liked the nighttime a bit better. I remember seein' stars. I like 'em lots! Somethin' comfortin' 'bout the way they twinkle. Wonder which'll go first, them or me!
thank you to all my angels for helping me f e e l better 🤍
i am finally b a c k‼️
i understand there has been a misconception that this section of my h e a v e n is under new management this is wrong 🤍
this was m y home 🤍 this is m y home 🤍 this is the h o m e of my angels 🤍
there is no place for d e v i l s or their d e a l s here
i'll let you go if you leave now @williamy3w
Hooray! Slightly spooky guy is back! I am so pleased!
Hello! Glad to be back as well! Wahoo!
they call you spooky on here?
Sure they do! Can't figure out why for the life of me. Perhaps the mystery and allure of the "Internet"!
hm. i don't think you're spooky at all
Thank you, darlin'.
What would you say to Henry if you could see him again right now?
Oh, uh --
Hi! Boy, I've missed you. Happy to see you're doin' well. Look, I understand if you want your privacy, and I'm happy to give it to ya, but I'd like to give you my goodbye, at least. If I get the heads up that you're goin', I can remember to, uh, save some kinda memory of your smile.
Though for what it's worth, I'd really like it if you hung around. Can't really find myself thinkin' about anything else these days. I find myself thinkin', real philosophizin', yeah, the rest of it ain't really worth anything. Even if you're looking to do some amelioratin' of your life, and you're after that kinda self-improvement, you gotta remember the bits of this place that make life worth livin' and keep those around. Things that I take for granted. Like seein' your handsome face 'round here!
-- Something along those lines, I s'pose. I clam up 'round him sometimes.
Just two fellas who spend their time en abime. We'll see ya there!
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