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- Braid
- "Chapter 2: Time and Forgiveness"
- Tim is off on a search to rescue the Princess. She has been snatched by a
- horrible and evil monster. This happened because Tim made a mistake.
- Not just one. He made many mistakes during the time they spent together, all
- those years ago. Memories of their relationship have become muddled, replaced
- wholesale, but one remains clear: the princess turning sharply away, her braid
- lashing at him with contempt.
- He knows she tried to be forgiving, but who can just shrug away a guilty lie,
- a stab in the back? Such a mistake will change a relationship irreversibly,
- even if we have learned from the mistake and would never repeat it. The
- princess's eyes grew narrower. She became more distant.
- Our world, with its rules of causality, has trained us to be miserly with
- forgiveness. By forgiving them too readily, we can be badly hurt. But if we've
- learned from a mistake and became better for it, shouldn't we be rewarded for
- the learning, rather than punished for the mistake?
- What if our world worked differently? Suppose we could tell her: 'I didn't
- mean what I just said,' and she would say: 'It's okay, I understand,' and she
- would not turn away, and life would really proceed as though we had never said
- that thing? We could remove the damage but still be wiser for the experience.
- Tim and the Princess lounge in the castle garden, laughing together, giving
- names to the colorful birds. Their mistakes are hidden from each other, tucked
- away between the folds of time, safe.
- "Chapter 3: Time and Mystery"
- All those years ago, Tim had left the Princess behind. He had kissed her on
- the neck, picked up his travel bag, and walked out the door. He regrets this,
- to a degree. Now he's journeying to find her again, to show he knows how sad
- it was, but also to tell her how it was good.
- For a long time, he thought they had been cultivating the perfect
- relationship. He had been fiercely protective, reversing all his mistakes so
- they would not touch her. Likewise, keeping a tight rein on her own mistakes,
- she always pleased him.
- But to be fully couched within the comfort of a friend is a mode of existence
- with severe implications. To please you perfectly, she must understand you
- perfectly. Thus you cannot defy her expectations or escape her reach. Her
- benevolence has circumscribed you, and your life's achievements will not reach
- beyond the map she has drawn.
- Tim needed to be non-manipulable. He needed a hope of transcendence. He
- needed, sometimes, to be immune to the Princess's caring touch.
- Off in the distance, Tim saw a castle where the flags flutter even when the
- wind has expired, and the bread in the kitchen is always warm. A little bit of
- magic.
- "Chapter 4: Time and Place"
- Visiting his home for a holiday meal, Tim felt as though he had regressed to
- those long-ago years when he lived under their roof, oppressed by their
- insistence on upholding strange values which, to him, were meaningless. Back
- then, bickering would erupt over drops of gravy spilt onto the tablecloth.
- Escaping, Tim walked in the cool air toward the university he'd attended after
- moving out of his parent's home. As he distanced himself from that troubling
- house, he felt the embarrassment of childhood fading into the past. But now he
- stepped into all the insecurities he'd felt at the university, all the panic of
- walking a social tightrope.
- Tim only felt relieved after the whole visit was over, sitting back home in
- the present, steeped in contrast he saw how he'd improved so much from those
- old days. This improvement, day by day, takes him ever-closer to finding the
- Princess. If she exists - she must! - she will transform him, and everyone.
- He felt on his trip that every place stirs up an emotion, and every emotion
- invokes a memory: a time and location. So couldn't he find the Princess now,
- tonight, just by wandering from place to place and noticing how he feels? A
- trail of feelings, of awe and inspiration, should lead him to that castle in
- the future her arms enclosing him, her scent fills him with excitement, creates
- a moment so strong he can remember it in the past.
- Immediately Tim walked out his door, the next morning, toward whatever the new
- day held. He felt something like optimism.
- "Chapter 5: Time and Decision"
- She never understood the impulses that drove him, never quite felt the
- intensity that, over time, chiseled lines into his face. She never quite felt
- close enough to him - but he held her as though she were, whispered into her
- ear words that only a soul mate should receive.
- Over the remnants of dinner, they both knew the time had come. He would have
- said: 'I have to go find the Princess,' but he didn't need to. Giving a final
- kiss, hoisting a travel bag to his shoulder, he walked out the door. Through
- all the nights that followed, she still loved him as though he stayed, to
- comfort her and protect her, Princess be damned.
- "Chapter 6: Hesitance"
- Perhaps in a perfect world, the ring would be a symbol of happiness. It's a
- sign of ceaselessness devotion: even if he will never find the Princess, he
- will always be trying. He still will wear the ring.
- But the thing makes its presence known. It shines out to others like a beacon
- of warning. It makes people slow to approach. Suspicion, distrust. Interactions
- are torpedoed before Tim can open his mouth.
- In time he learns to deal with the others carefully. He matches their hesitant
- pace, tracing a soft path through their defenses. But this exhausts him, and it
- only works to a limited degree. It doesn't get him what he needs.
- Tim begins to hide the ring in his pocket. But he can hardly bear it - too
- long tucked away, that part of him might suffocate.
- "Chapter 1"
- At a cafe on a bright plaza, most customers sit back, feeling the warmth of
- the sun, enjoying their cold drinks. But not Tim - he barely notices the sun,
- doesn't really taste his coffee. For him this corner affords a good view of the
- city, and in the teetering of the passers-by, in the arc of a shop-girl's hand
- as she displays tea to an interested gentleman, Tim hopes to see clues.
- That night at the cinema, fictitious adventurers lunge implausibly across the
- screen. The audience here is mixed. Some are patrons of the cafe, now sitting
- excitedly in the plush chairs, eager for another new flavor, for distraction
- from the boredom of their easy lives. Other seats hold fisherman and farm
- workers, hoping to forget their toils and rest their hands.
- Tim is here too, but he is scrutinizing the gloss on the lips on the screen,
- measuring the angle of the plume of a distant helicopter crash. He thinks he
- discerns a message, when the cinema closes and most of the audience strolls
- down the plaza to the south, Tim goes north.
- People like Tim seem to live oppositely from the other residents of the city.
- Tide and riptide, flowing against each other.
- Tim wants, like nothing else, to find the Princess, to know her at last. For
- Tim this would be momentous, sparking an intense light that embraces the world,
- a light that reveals the secrets long kept from us, that illuminates - or
- materializes! - a final palace where we can exist in peace.
- But how would this be perceived by the other residents of the city, in the
- world that flows contrariwise? The light would be intense and warm at the
- beginning, but then flicker down to nothing, taking the castle with it; it
- would be like burning down the place we've always called home, where we played
- so innocently as children. Destroying all hope of safety, forever.
- "Epilogue"
- The boy called for the girl to follow him, and he took her hand. He would
- protect her; they would make their way through this oppressive castle, fighting
- off the creatures made of smoke and doubt, escaping to a life of freedom. The
- boy wanted to protect the girl. He held her hand, or put his arm around her
- shoulders in a walking embrace, to help her feel supported and close to him
- amid the impersonal throngs of Manhattan. They turned and made their way toward
- the Canal St. subway station, and he picked a path through the jostling crowd.
- He worked his ruler and his compass. He inferred. He deduced. He scrutinized
- the fall of an apple, the twisting of metal orbs hanging from a thread. He was
- searching for the Princess, and he would not stop until he found her, for he
- was hungry. He cut rats into pieces to examine their brains, implanted tungsten
- posts into the skulls of water-starved monkeys.
- He scrutinized the fall of an apple, the twisting of metal orbs hanging from a
- thread. Through these clues he would find the Princess, see her face. After an
- especially fervent night of tinkering, he kneeled behind a bunker in the
- desert; he held a piece of welder's glass up to his eyes and waited.
- On that moment hung eternity. Time stood still. Space contracted to a
- pinpoint. It was as though the earth had opened and the skies split. One felt
- as though he had been privileged to witness the Birth of the World...
- Someone near him said: 'It worked.'
- Someone else said: 'Now we are all sons of bitches.'
- The candy store. Everything he wanted was on the opposite side of that pane of
- glass. The store was decorated in bright colors, and the scents wafting out
- drove him crazy. He tried to rush for the door, or just get closer to the
- glass, but he couldn't. She held him back with great strength. Why would she
- hold him back? How might he break free of her grasp? He considered violence.
- He cannot say he has understood all of this. Possibly he's more confused now
- than ever. But all these moments he's contemplated - something has occurred.
- The moments feel substantial in his mind, like stones. Kneeling, reaching down
- toward the closest one, running his hand across it, he finds it smooth, and
- slightly cold.
- He tests the stone's weight; he finds he can lift it, and the others too. He
- can fit them together to create a foundation, an embankment, a castle.
- To build a castle of appropriate size, he will need a great many stones. But
- what he's got now, feels like an acceptable start..
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