A Long Strange Trip
By Merih Gunay
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Who is this hero who beckons the reader to join him on his long, strange trip? Maybe he's a Grinch-like misanthrope or perhaps an anti-social introvert.In any case, he encounters someone who is going to ensure he finds equilibrium in the world and who is going to enrich his inner and outer world during the most perplexing time of his life. He gets to taste the meaning of what it's like to ponder, to avoid, to long for, and to give importance to someone else. As for his long, strange trip, it's guaranteed to drag the reader transiting, skipping and leaping from reality to dreamland, from the past to the present and future, and from dialogue to one's inner voice.***I'm all messed up. I drank until the break of day. I could barely get up from my armchair and plunked down on the bed face up without changing into my PJs. I shut my eyes in the tar pit darkness and listened to my heaving breath that exited my nose. Just then, I started feeling cold. I couldn't find the strength in me to get up, close the window, turn on the heater and clamber beneath the blanket. When I started to freeze up from my feet upwards, I then felt a mouse waltzing Matilda on my back as it nibbled on my sweater. My eyes, nose and lips began twitching uncontrollably. I tried to pull myself together. I told myself this was neither a dream nor a nightmare and that I needed to get ready to set out on a long, strange trip…
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A Long Strange Trip - Merih Gunay
I
It’s ’round midnight. We’ve been sitting opposite one another in the armchairs in our room for the past few hours now. This is our second rendezvous, and we’ve shacked up in another place this time. Her eyelids are on the verge of shutting, but she’s resisting despite my insistence. She says, I can’t go to bed without you, I’m going to wait for you.
We’re drunk. When in fact, I want her to go to bed, but I want her to turn to me and close her eyes, so I can watch her as she sleeps. I want to gaze at her wide forehead, eyelids, wavy hair, full lips as I imbibe my wine in the dark.
We spent a cold, weary day together, with her tugging me by the arm as she dragged me here and there. I enjoy spending time with her, strolling, gazing, dining and every other thing we do. We were just talking about our deaths a little while ago, and she said that she was thinking about dying in another country. I said, Yes, I’m also thinking that you could die in a city of another country.
Then she said something totally unexpected, But I couldn’t just leave you and go somewhere else...
I was shocked. I asked her to repeat this again, and she repeated it, puckering up her lips the same way. You really wouldn’t go now, would you?
I asked. Of course I wouldn’t go,
she replied. It was like there was a powerful bond between us. I exclaimed, Sometimes, I think we were created for each other.
She countered with, You know something? I often think the same way.
Just like the previous instance, we didn’t get much sleep despite the tiring day. Neither our lips nor our bodies could remain apart. Our harmony, which appears to be mentally opposite, is divided by a sharp line as the flesh reverts back to harmony. This is the magnificent state of sexual vibes, our hands can’t stop wandering over our bodies even for an instant. It’s not easy to separate our lips from each other, even after the climax of pleasure attained over and over in quick succession. Our insatiable desire and happiness seems endless when we come together, it’s like an uncommon form of communication.
Little things that don’t bother us when we’re together turn into a traumatic crisis and anguish right after we break away from each other. ‘Sensual love’ is deactivated and ‘Mental love’ takes over.
Trivial stuff. But then again, maybe not. I think attitudes matter, gestures, words, touches. She doesn’t care about any of them; I don’t look at the world the way you do. I don’t care about people and events as much as you do,
she says.
In a letter Anais Nin wrote to Henry Miller once upon a time, she used the following sentence; Drama is everything, and the cause of drama is nothing!
That sums me up in a nutshell. It fazes us into thinking it’s a diet for just those with a creative bent, like spiritual food.
II
We know we’ve been together in various ways longer than we care to recall. For instance, I think she’s 1,000 years old, she’s sure that she’s actually older than me, despite the age difference between us. And I believe her. On our second meeting, when I dropped our love into it with great enthusiasm while murmuring like a cat beneath me, she was looking into my eyes as if she had attained the happiness she was seeking after her millennium of life, I saw the expression of a full millennium of happiness in those looks.
The first room we stayed in looked better than the second, it was like the small apartment we had lived in together for years. The kitchen counter where she makes the morning coffee and warms up our cookies, the spotless bathroom where we wash up after each passionate coupling, the double sofa where we are able to sit tightly together, our warm bed, colorful curtains... But I can’t leave you and go elsewhere...
She left me the next day. Right after I uttered this sentence, not even looking at how I writhed in pain.
There are 1100 kilometers and a millennium of desirous longing between us. There’s an impending new crisis and I’m trying to get my shit together, but to no avail. A person shouldn’t love so much, of course, if that’s possible.
Her coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel came to mind, as she saunters over to me, reaches over to my neck and clamps her lips onto my mouth. Her kissing, her kissing, her kissing ignites a fire in me while stretching onto our bed, lying on our backs.
III
She came back. A few hours later, that is, after I had written another 523 words exactly.
What are you thinking about?
I’m not thinking about anything. I’m writing.
My anger, which I had insisted on her being right, returned before it could pass, that is, after her anger had passed. Whenever she’s angry, offended, or confused, she has to leave him for a while to recover, which works, but I’m not a defender, I’m fond of going on the offensive.
Pretend you’re dead whenever you’re mad at me, don’t speak!
I have no intention of doing such a thing, dear...
She returned earlier than I expected, and when I risked such things, I would definitely plan for it in my mind. If she doesn’t come tomorrow morning when she calms down, my birthday is the following day. Because she would surely write or search for something, and there would be no making up for it. After all, this was a break. We both knew there was no such thing as the end for us. Let’s say she got out of celebrating my birthday, after underlining the lines enjoyed, I was going to send it to her and I had a book for her that she was eagerly awaiting, as a way of dialogue. But my anger