I spent I would say about nine weeks floating around, completely alone. It was wonderful, absolutely wonderful. I ate well, I read and, for the first time in a long time, found the inner peace that had evaded me as an adult. It was so simple. I didn't give any thought to my ex wife and her younger, fitter new lover. All I had was myself and the open ocean.
The whale hit me on a pretty choppy afternoon. It happened so fast and I was dwarfed by the beast. It blackened out the sun when it surfaced and swallowed me before I had a chance to react. I can't remember what happened next. I either passed out or I was knocked out. All I know that, when I came to, I was back in my boat but surrounded by a pulsating pink sky. I found myself literally in the belly of the beast.
I got out of 'The Little Mystery' to try and resolve a much bigger one, How in the hell was I going to get out of this? This was beyond all comprehension. There was no frame of reference at all. I was being held a damp prisoner in a floating prison of guts. Quite honestly, I was, as my land-bound Grandmother would say, 'fucked beyond fucked'
I know what you're thinking, or probably even saying out loud, as you hear this: "This was five years ago. How are you still here?"
The truth is that this whale was a whole new world, as crazy as it sounds. There were other people there. They had all been swallowed by this thing. They were all mostly lost too. The same as me. A small town was formed, a community of decent people all thrust into a situation they endeavoured to make the best of. The whale didn't seem to mind and we often wondered if it knew, if it had a plan but we decided not to dwell on it too much and just get on.
We dined on fish and sea weed, using what we could to live a decent life. We sang songs and held gatherings. I met my second wife, Catherine, at such an event and we were wed a few, what-we-thought-were months, later. The ceremony was simple, beautiful and unique affair, held inside a giant stomach.
We have a second child on the way. Our first, Moby, has just started school with the other young ones. Jonah, I'm sure, will be just as bright.
So, here I am, floating around inside a living, breathing planet. Every day is a strange new gift and I can honestly say that I'm happier here. I just really dislike fish."
I got out of 'The Little Mystery' to try and resolve a much bigger one, How in the hell was I going to get out of this? This was beyond all comprehension. There was no frame of reference at all. I was being held a damp prisoner in a floating prison of guts. Quite honestly, I was, as my land-bound Grandmother would say, 'fucked beyond fucked'
I know what you're thinking, or probably even saying out loud, as you hear this: "This was five years ago. How are you still here?"
The truth is that this whale was a whole new world, as crazy as it sounds. There were other people there. They had all been swallowed by this thing. They were all mostly lost too. The same as me. A small town was formed, a community of decent people all thrust into a situation they endeavoured to make the best of. The whale didn't seem to mind and we often wondered if it knew, if it had a plan but we decided not to dwell on it too much and just get on.
We dined on fish and sea weed, using what we could to live a decent life. We sang songs and held gatherings. I met my second wife, Catherine, at such an event and we were wed a few, what-we-thought-were months, later. The ceremony was simple, beautiful and unique affair, held inside a giant stomach.
We have a second child on the way. Our first, Moby, has just started school with the other young ones. Jonah, I'm sure, will be just as bright.
So, here I am, floating around inside a living, breathing planet. Every day is a strange new gift and I can honestly say that I'm happier here. I just really dislike fish."
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