Off to Sepia Wizard.
I once had a
friend who thought The Wizard of Oz's opening sequence was black-and-white
because there was something wrong with her video cassette.
It wasn’t until
she watched my copy that she realised her mistake. Even though I was only ten, this rang alarm bells. Didn’t she question why the fault corresponded perfectly
with each time Dorothy was in Kansas? Didn’t she notice how it neatly bookended the
film? While I was too young to know a metaphor by name, I understood the
concept. It wasn’t rocket science.
This wasn’t why
we lost contact. I was more forgiving than that. The fact I thought I loved her helped me
overlook it (I was a very passionate ten-year-old). I gave her a Valentine's card, took her on a date to see Disney’s Beauty and the Beast,
but ended up being dumped for a boy who wore a Global Hypercolor T-shirt. I
couldn’t compete with that. When I was hot it just showed up in sweat patches.