Live, Love, and Hate – by Orpheus

 

Supplement 6 – On “Eurydice”

 

Quite frankly, I am not sure whether or not to begin this column with a “world of Orpheus” paragraph or not. Supplement 5 had one, but the others didn’t. Guess I won’t bother. The first thing that I should make clear before proceeding any further into this Supplement, I should make one thing clear: Eurydice was perfect, yes, but that perfection came from her flaws. Well, that could have been phrased a lot better, but not by me, I just can’t think how else to put it

 

Let’s begin with what I’ve said so far about Eurydice. She is relatively short (i.e. not as tall as I am, I stand at roughly six foot one or two, and consider anyone more than three inches or so shorter than I am to be short), and has reddish brown hair. Though I can’t remember exactly what color her eyes were, I’m pretty sure that they were a sort of greenish-bluish hue. Can’t remember if she had braces or not, but I do know that her canines were a bit longer than average. Oh, she was also of a very slight stature, and had thin unpronounced lips.

 

Okay, on to bits and pieces of where she came from. Oh, before proceeding, I feel I should remind you all that Eurydice (sometimes quite sadly, I think) exists only in the world of my dreams. Okay, Eury usually wears a black jacket and a set of worn, faded, tearing jeans. These came from an event that I’d pushed out of my memory up until quite recently. A few years ago, when my family and I were on vacation in Monterey, we were walking on this bridge above heavy traffic, and there was this blond girl dressed in the same way as Eury (well, different shoes and she had a maroon bandana, I think), then, she repositioned herself so that her hands were backwards holding onto the rail, she was standing up, and just the edges of her heels were still on that bit of the bridge that was past the rail. She looked sad, her hands were starting to loosen their grip, we just walked on by, and she was about to throw herself off and get hit by a bunch of oncoming cars, and we just walked by…

 

Anyway, as to who she is, I don’t really know. I suppose you could say that she’s nothing more than a manifestation of my mind trying to make the perfect girl. Of course, she was far from being perfect. She was jealous and possessive like you couldn’t imagine, but in a strange way, that was comforting. Anyway, another thing to counter the above is that she will visit once a month for a few months, and then some great emotional upheaval will happen, and she’ll disappear. Then, there’s the bit that every now and then, when I’m awake, I’ll see or hear or feel her. So who is she? What’s her real name? I really don’t know.

 

Signing out.