Odyssey

This story is about the impracticality of the imagination, it’s the story of Quentin, Art and Melody. Quentin is a well to do entrepreneur, Art is a dreamer & Melody is a really renown model. Quentin has made a wing with which he fly’s over a huge expanse of South Africa. Art meets with Melody upon her arrival in East London, and comes in brief to fall for her beautiful charms. Melody is a working girl, she has the privilege of sailing by boat from Australia, to East London, where she meets Art and by a phenomenal working of chance, Quentin too. Between the lines is the tales beginning and end, the reality of my story. A strange brew of event and cerebral action. My tale of course meshed into theirs as they are of course sourced in the workings of my imagination. I am the addled Shizo-Affective one who dreams up this escape to cut myself free of the pain of this thing that has happened to me. To me, the imagination is the tool that is much underutilised, and in this tale, I have dreamt up the three fazes of recovery. Melody, someone to dream of and with, Art the creative side of endeavouring to be normal in life that is everything but normal, and Quentin, the dreamer, who takes the dream and works out of it a reality. There journeys and mine are the make up of “Odyssey”.