Friday, July 1, 2016
7.1
If I wanted to, I could see the surface, but I'm looking down, searching for the bottom. My body, uncooperative, is suspended midway between salvations--air above and kicking off the bottom below. My eyes strain against the increasing black, but all I see are peaceful sun ripples spreading themselves across my stagnant arms.
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I mean, my experience as a scuba diver would lend me to thinking that the narrator of the piece is being narc'ed, or getting high off the nitrogen, what with trying to find the bottom when they're drowning. After all, the air's in the other direction.
ReplyDelete'Course the narrator says nothing about equipment, and so, if they're free-diving, hmm, also a rule of thumb to be at the surface by the time black would be encroaching on consciousness.
Why is their body uncooperative? Are they stuck in something? Do they have too many weights holding them in place? Too much equilibrium in their BDU?
Like, maybe I'm analyzing this too much from the scuba diver's perspective, but what concrete thing is keeping the narrator from reaching the surface and air? I'm worried for them.
Maybe paralyzation. The arms are stagnant, after all. It's kind of how I feel sometimes, and mostly how i don't deal with things. I'm more of a frantic flailer.
ReplyDeleteI definitely get the feeling, don't get me wrong. But my brain starts to try and solve them.
ReplyDeleteIt's terrible to be stuck in that in-between space, flailing or not. But how to get moving changes from person to person.