Post by baddius on May 28, 2019 19:39:23 GMT -5
Excellent Story, as usual, Dave. I got invested in the story so much, I was actually disappointed that it was over so soon (not that that was a bad thing - its as long as it needed to be). Somehow, you managed to pack so many much drama into a seven-chapter-long story and made it somehow span beyond what we get to see as readers.
I always say your stories make me think and this one is no exception. The idea of shifting perspectives presented in the story reminded me of the "infamous" image of two people staring at a black and white sphere, each claiming the sphere was either black or white, not able to see the whole picture on their own! We all see things differently and interpret them differently and the consequences can be disastrous, like Jack and Luke each seeing the titular concert as something different! Jack thought it was a date while Luke thoulght it was two good platonic friends going to a concert. The point is that reality is really what we make it. Jack thinks Derry sitting in a deckchair is a super-hot guy, but Derry just thinks "that's not me at all" because Derry cannot see himself as Jack does. Likewise, Jack probably cannot see himself the way Derry would.
Anyways. Sorry if I write like I am analyzing your story for a literature class. I quite enjoyed it and I just wanted to try and convey how it made me think, but thoughts are often so damn hard to nail down.
I always say your stories make me think and this one is no exception. The idea of shifting perspectives presented in the story reminded me of the "infamous" image of two people staring at a black and white sphere, each claiming the sphere was either black or white, not able to see the whole picture on their own! We all see things differently and interpret them differently and the consequences can be disastrous, like Jack and Luke each seeing the titular concert as something different! Jack thought it was a date while Luke thoulght it was two good platonic friends going to a concert. The point is that reality is really what we make it. Jack thinks Derry sitting in a deckchair is a super-hot guy, but Derry just thinks "that's not me at all" because Derry cannot see himself as Jack does. Likewise, Jack probably cannot see himself the way Derry would.
Anyways. Sorry if I write like I am analyzing your story for a literature class. I quite enjoyed it and I just wanted to try and convey how it made me think, but thoughts are often so damn hard to nail down.
