Re: Hadrian and the Hightower
Hadrian smiled and politely and respectfully listened to the scribes as they explained. When they were finished he noded appreciatively, adding that it was very kind of them to initiate him in the prosess of their work, as it was his first time dictating any of his texts. Hadrian steadied himself and allowed the scribes time to settle down and prepare. When he noticed they were ready and looking to him to begin he started.
"This is a story I wrote when I was seventeen, a young boy still studying to become a non-fictional writer, a journalist, with dreams of some day writing proffesional litterature."
Hadrian cleared his throat and allowed himself a small sip from the glass of water designated him before he began dictating with an impressive force and eagerness.
"The story is about a man who has just had the harsh realities of life forced upon with the death of his father and his great love leaving him. He questions his purpose and yes, even the meaning of his very existence. We join our protagonist in the first chapter at the very lowest point of his life. He stalks the streets of Oslo, the capitol city of Norway, without aim or design."
"- Alexander stepped out onto the cold street. The late winter air ripping at his skin with an intesity comperable only to the pain in his heart. Alex watched as his breath, white mist in the biting cold, evaporated before his eyes, and he mused how similar the display of fragility was to his own meager life. He looked down into his pale hands and the photograph he was so passionately clutching. It was of his late father. How close he had been to him. It all seemed so pointless now. Why cling to anyone or anything when everything, big and small, was so easily taken away? As if each important thing in his life was as fleeting as the blink of an eye...."
Hadrian continued to dicatate with passion. For each page he picked up in speed and intensity, though never reducing the detail and elaboration he formulated his sentences in. The only thing he paused for was to soothe his dry throat with water and make sure the scribes kept up with him. Hadrian's story followed Alexander for an entire year of his life, explaining in detail his quest to reveal that life was nothing but pain and suffering. It was an intelligent and reflecting text, where entire chapters were allocated Alexander's musings and contemplation on what the meaning of life truly was. Most of these psychological theories were tested by the main character who for the most part seemed bent on self-destruction. He attempted to find the meaning of life through narcotics, alcohol, self deprivation as well as physical and mental torture. The story was spiced up with several of the nightmares Alexander experienced after taking drugs in the dark belly of Oslo, in which he felt he was enlightened and that the truth was only a short grasp away. The story concluded after several twists and turns that each persons purpose was theirs to discover, that no one can be told what their purpose is and in the end that nothing is written in stone.
"...I have discovered a new love now, someone to cherish and respect. A fellow dark soul that I saved in the defining moments of her life, who in turn saved me in mine. Together we have helped each other out of our downwards spiral of death. I thought that I would find the meaning of my life in pain and suffering, but she taught me differently. She showed me that finding my purpose was not done through my own pain, but through helping others with theirs. I am forever grateful that I managed to discover my purpose before it was too late, before I lost my life in my search. I have broken free of my pain. I have discovered why I am alive. The meaning of my life, is exactly that, to live. To live free. Free of anything holding me back. Free of my darkness. My life is freedom.
The End."
It wasn't until Hadrian stopped that he realized how incredibly tired he was. They had worked through the night, Hadrian straining his voice almost to the point of losing it, while the scribes had written furiously. The finished work amounted to something close to 320 pages of elaborate philosophical and psychological litterature. Now Hadrian's had to force his eyes open, feeling a strong desire to sleep forever.
"You have all done a very good job. I am astounded by your dedication and skill. Now that we are finished I suggest we all rest as we duly deserve."