I don’t wanna be an asshole anymore. I’ve learned how good it can feel to bleed. I tried so hard to prevent that from happening I ended up making everyone else bleed, you most of all. But it doesn’t hurt so bad when you’re bleeding from your own wounds. It’s better than holding it all in, that’s for sure. Guess I wouldn’t wanna bleed to death, though. Maybe I would.
I’m lying under the stars right now. Sometimes I wonder why we see stars when they’re already burnt out and all that. I know it’s because of light and how it travels. But it can’t be an accident that we see them. They’re too perfect, you know? Sometimes when I lie here like this, I think I’m just dreaming in starlight. Maybe that’s all any of this is. Life, I mean. Just dreaming in starlight. If we can see stars that aren’t even there, who’s to say you were ever there? Maybe the distance between us was just too great for the light to travel quick enough. I was always a galaxy behind you, Anabelle. I tried to keep up. Don’t let your new man disappoint you like I did.
This brilliant debut consists of a prose collection of fictional letters from a deceased 26-year-old Southern American named Jeremiah John Watts (JJ). The people JJ mentions in these letters have a parallel to the alienated and confused dreamers, addicts and lost souls found in the work of the likes of Denis Johnson and William Burroughs, but JJ’s larger-than-life sentimentality as his past leaks out of his heart and onto the page puts this collection in some new sphere of perception equally brilliant but entirely its own. Gradually, the letters tell a fractured tale of a life of mistakes, heartbreak, sickness, and regret, but also love, faith, hope and perseverance.
– Heath Brougher Author, A Curmudgeon is Born, and Your Noisy Eyes
To find out more about Dreaming In Starlight read the Introduction.
About the Author
Philip Elliott was born in Dublin, Ireland in 1993 and quickly started scribbling nonsense. He’s the founder and editor-in-chief of Into the Void Magazine, and his own writing can be found in various journals in 9 countries, such as Otoliths, Scarlet Leaf Review, Foliate Oak, Revista Literariedad and Flash Fiction Magazine. He has a degree in Ancient Classics, likes to blur the boundaries between fiction’s many genres, and loves above all writing that is honest and heartfelt. Philip lives in Dublin, where he gets along better with his dogs than any humans, is finishing up work on a novella and much too many other projects, and is any combination of these things: fiction writer, poet, feminist, vegan, atheist, buddhist, minimalist, mindful meditator, wandering wonderer, punk rock fanatic & very loose cannon. Stalk him at philipelliottfiction.com.
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