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AKA Damon Arvid. Under-the-radar writer, musician. Let's keep it that way. The cloud novels and other highlights are being collected at DamonArvid.com. To access all the music and Avocado Sun, click the big black box below.

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ThAt DOPPELGÄNGER Playing The Flute On The Beach

6/27/2016

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Ninja Style Flute
When I get into something I fire on all cylinders. Case in point, my latest revision of Arisugawa Park 1.3 - Gaijinhouse. When the initial section of the cloud novel went up (as Hallway) two months ago, it included a substantially rewritten second paragraph, describing my recent visit to Lupin Island, instead of a generic description of a Southeast Asian beach.

This revision, I went a step further. There is now a wild lagoon flute being played by none other than me, that Tokyo-bound David listens to as he lies on some remembered Mindoro beach. That is maybe nifty as an inside joke––if an AP series was ever conceived, I could appear in a cameo playing the flute with a Philippine reggae band, ninja* style. 

Then I happened to be chatting with the novel's German translator Nils Sens and his words brought out an even more original concept: "So... I am actually the guy playing flute that David hears. The 15 years older doppelgänger of that younger self."

Now that would be a mind-flip. David's "future self"  as a recurring, mysteriously heard harbinger of.... this could be used cinematically to great effect. Donnie Darko, Fight Club, Memento, that one about the layers of dreams... passé​.
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Read Ari Park
Sprawled on the unmade futon, it was hard for David to imagine having ever basked in a tropical sun. It was still freezing in Tokyo and he was still teaching at the high school he’d promised himself he would quit at first opportunity. Arching his back and stretching, he blinked at a screen that had been awhirl with bullets, explosions. His fingers eager to get back to the fray, just a click removed from the calming blue of the desktop. It was not as if he was a gamer–– this was a small concession to urban ennui, arcade classics in a discreet app––Q-Bert, Dig Dug, and his current favorite, 1942. 
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Closing his eyes, David cast thoughts along the well-worn grooves of a vacation he was at the burnt end of. Snorkeling in the islands off Mindoro, fish darting in and out through a dying coral that still held tenacious patches of life. Thick strums of guitar and flute over a faint lilt of reggae from the bar down the beach, bamboo in the wind. 

Painful massages in a nipa hut, his limbs kneaded into some kind of ecstatic submission. A sense of reawakened wonder at sea turtles grazing on sea grass along a gently shelving bottom. Their sudden flight to the surface with a grace rivaling condors’ mythic excursions to the sun. Head breaking the surface with horselike harumph, an earthy expelling of oxygen. Then a return to the floating element, avian seafarers putting quick distance between themselves and unacknowledged intruder. 

In the evening the moon had come up over the palms as David lazed in a hammock, drinking pale pilsen. Three Danish women––tans bearing evidence of topless adventures on secluded inlets, smiles holding holiday secrets, studiously ignored him as he tore beer label from sweat-beaded bottle, plotting hello. He wound up playing billiards with barefoot Hans and the scuba instructor Voltaire, drinking one too many pilsen and dreaming of kaya.

Read the rest of AP 1.4 Gaijinhouse.

​#endwriter
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* Alfred Hitchcock, clearly.

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