January 29, 2007...6:54 pm

Story baton - Part 1

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Yo, he of Lanetop fame, came up with a brilliant little idea for the Kottu community: a story blog where each blogger gets to write a small piece of a large story. With a myraid of writing styles and opinions coming to play, the results will either be a treat to read or a literature disaster unknown since one Dan Brown decided he would become a professional writer. Still, an interesting little experiment and I was asked to kick things off. Yay.

So without further ado…my contribution. Hope you guys like it. If not - be frank if this is the case - then I’ll look to re-writing it.

Your home, your country. It matters little - for if the former fails it will bring down the country whole. I know about a thousand such homes; their minor illnesses have caused this collective cancer of our nation. I write, however, of my home where we were bereft of this minor illness. My home became, instead, like the doctor’s stethoscope, measuring the beat of our nation, but unlike it - enjoying perennial immunity against the illness that it touched on a daily basis - the fate of my home became entwined with that of my country. The irregularities in my country’s heartbeat seeped into my home causing us to stagnate. A rush of adrenaline made us just as excited . The country’s joys became ours just as much as it’s failings became ours. The fight for equality and identity in my country became a fight for dignity and pride in my home. The fight for land became the fight for living space. In the eyes and minds of the residents of my home - and there were many as you will come to read - I saw the insecurities and plain greed that brought my country to its current state. Simply put, for me to understand my country and the issues its people had with each other, I had to understand my home.
This is an attempt to understand my home.

Baton goes to Spectrol Centroid or Yo himself.

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