wander the sea

The beginning

The Yellow Arrow, by the Russian writer Victor Pelevin. 1993.
photo credit: angusrobertson.com.au

 

A few years back I found a tiny book, The Yellow Arrow, buried in a library shelf. There was a world, a society, living and dying between the wagons and hallways of a train. When the hour arrived the choice of  life or death came to Andrei, but which one was life, the train or the nameless outside?

Through its subtle imagery, The Yellow Arrow, captures the political feeling of the 1990s, and  an underlying metaphor about searching for freedom.

  • The train is the ongoing motion of living. Train tracks, people and the sound of repetitive wheels. The people stayed there, forever inside, the wagon doors—stale and unable to get off. They lived as passengers within the main periphery, viewing life as a narrow tunnel, failing to explore what was beyond, pretending they were free  in fake communities. They were told this train here is “our life and our home.” To get out is but a dream, and even when it finally happens one cannot believe it. It takes a dreamy sequence to unveil a reality that one knew existed for so long, but held it in disbelief. When we truly live, minutes are slowed to every word and captured instance. In that moment of freeing ourselves from an idea, a life that inhibits us, we manifest a beginning separate and entirely our own, so that we may explore what lies beyond the walls of the ongoing train. We are no longer just passengers in our own lives.
  • Eventually Andrei realizes the only way he’ll be happy is by finding an escape to the outside world even if that means death. Being stuck in the train is itself a signature for a slow death. It’s time to get off.
  • Reading this book made me think about the feeling of being caged in. The ongoing train represents modern life. Writing is a way of getting out, like twisting fingers for meaning. I propose an exercise to write more frequently. What I’ll be leaving out of this blog: lines that run off in every direction with an onslaught of hyperbole, exclamations and links.  It is for the sake of finding stories, books, film, art, quotes (from the actual pages of a book) and individuals that inspire me. I thank you if you are passing by, reading or commenting.

Look out for posts – twice weekly.

2 Responses to “The beginning”

  1. Jane Odartey

    Beautiful writing, Cynthia. There is music in your words which makes it easier to digest the hard questions you raise, ie whether it’s better to cling to our safe havens, or are those ‘havens’ even safe at all. It’s uncomfortable to walk those unfamiliar grounds and one often feels the need to swim in the excuse that; “To get out is but a dream, and even when it finally happens one cannot believe it.”

    I love how you transition from talking about this book that I hope to read soon, because of you; into stating what your blog will be about. These things that you mean to talk about, they interest me, and I eagerly look forward to reading more of your post.

    Reply
    • Cynthia

      Thank you Jane. You captured my post magically. This book symbolizes the kind of questions I’ve asked myself during dull times. There are internal conflicts we may face when choosing between old and new or between an unknown or a known. You should;it’s not long. I hope to continue being fluid; at times I think my writting will fall to rustiness. I eagerly await furture critiques and thoughts.

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