TRAPS

I will probably never write the story, as it’s too much like the image in A Christmas Carol, of Scrooge having a great weight of chains and lockboxes holding him down which he cannot see. “Mine were invisible until…” But I am troubled by the vision of seeing millions of people walking around in traps, some of them aware of it, some not, and thought of writing a story in which a man get the ability to see them–and they all correspond to real life problems, one is the fear trap, another the hate trap, others the addiction trap, each looking different…like they’re dragging bear traps around on their ankles but we can’t normally see them…It’s just that, when i want to judge a tweaker, say, a meth addict, or an unrepentant destructive alcoholic, I am starting more and more to see them as people with their legs in traps. And they really did not know they were stepping into that trap, back when…Of course this may remind a few people of the Akishra soulworms in my novel Wetbones, who are astral parasites feeding on addictions…

In my life it seems as if I’ve worked my way out of one trap and find myself in another…as if I’m stumbling about in a room full of them…

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