The time warp aspect has a paralyzing effect. Friends chaining themselves as a symbolic gesture of protest. Friends going on hunger strikes to no effect except ruining their health. The sound of truncheons beating on shields. The burning, choking, fear and adrenalin-soaked sensations associated with tear gas. The stronger, herding the weaker. Someone’s panic at being trampled causing him to trample on someone else and live with the shame. The knowledge that you can’t predict how you will react under severe stress. Not book knowledge – muscle, bone and sinew knowledge.
No big surprise: one of the characters lugs some of the past and present knowledge at the moment. Makes for slow going. In daily life, I have work to deliver, admin stuff to handle, some living and sleeping to throw into the mix. The numbing shows up – an invisible guest that puts the brain into freeze frame just when you need to be productive and delivering the goods, as promised and on schedule. Just when you need to be the one they know they can count on. Just when you need to be that one – stronger than the wimp, more together, sense of humor at the ready, some kind of funny Mother Courage with a clown nose and limitless amounts of resourcefulness.
Ha. Redux. In fact, I manage it – more or less – with twelve or thirteen-year old boys. They seem to have an ingrained streak of rebelliousness I find refreshing. Coaching them through their homework involves a lot of quipping and holding on to a bunch of principles. Whether the principles matter a whole lot or not. They seem to need to butt their horns while knowing the fence will hold.
Somewhere between the flashbacks and the anxiety-laden fast forwards: the narrow strip of ground, here and now. Here and now. Winning, for god sake. Once in a fucking while – winning instead of sticking a brave face on the losses. For variety’s sake, come on, let’s go for a win and leave the failing better for another day.
End of pep talk.