Imagine a ship, a simoon and a bottle. Tie one to the other with that, the story of a ship setting sail from the island of Java. Each year that ends could be the sunken ship of a fiction that restarts the first days. The terror of looking back to locate ourselves on the deck of a ship that at the beginning of the year carried cannons on starboard and port, a giant made of Spanish white oak with its sails hoisted, and seeing it plummet at the end of each cycle giving us the opportunity to set sail again.
Let’s imagine a trunk to keep manuscripts corked in bottles, one bottle for every January. A story telling dreams and purposes, although it is true, the little or a lot of calm that some obtain in these periods of time, force a minimum reflection or at least let slip some issues that have to do with privacy, yes, with the shy egoism that sometimes involves what is intended.
Let us imagine manuscripts without a signature, without any way of identifying the author, texts from the castaway that we are unquestionably from the day of our birth. Somewhat this Platonic vision of assuming the past as a whole, is working as the anchor that binds our future to an irrefutable reality, which we intend to dilute with our own promises, or reinforce with the sediments of what we have walked.
Let’s imagine, contradicting Poe’s style in fiction, Manuscript Found in a Bottle; and pretend that we are the Ship and not the crew member of the narration. Avoiding the atmosphere of terror of being a ghost and besides being a ghost, growing old, walking towards a gloomy immortality. Undoubtedly, the father of the horror genre in this and other of his narratives pushes his readers to bend the plane of reality (true) and allows us to resolve most of his fictions with endings according to desire and whim.
Let’s imagine that we are human and that the dose of immortality that we assume from time to time did not exist. More clearly contextualize our purposes year after year. what would be of us without finitude? The distance shortened in front and lengthened in the rear does nothing more than accumulate bottles with manuscripts in a trunk that it would be better to have it in an affordable way, and not hope that someone stumbles upon it. There are a few hours left to set sail, in my case, without the fortune of doing it from an Island like Java Man in Indonesia, with the difference that this 2023, the bottle that I carry in my suitcase will be much smaller and more substantial than the chosen in 2022. In the end, it’s just about your personal brand, what could go wrong!