Memories of a Cachique

...Only a sharp bite remained of what was left of him. And I awoke, willing to never shut my eyes again...

Why the word "angel" is a curious one.

Hint: "Think" about it.

Guess who?

Tune back in if you dare....

In-development thanks to the plentiful comments, concerns, and inquiries from everyone. This will be, hopefully, a completed short story and the final project.

The woman, in whose head I practically threw everyone into, is actually someone of mixed race. I want her to be part Asian, part Native American. (Initially, I wanted to put a regular Native American into an Asian setting; there was an account that I read a year back, I believe, of a Native American soldier fighting in the Vietnam War, which inspired this. Now, I'm planning to keep her in America, born in Japan.) This mixture of peoples, I feel, will give a bit more (at least a little more) depth and complexity to her own character because then part of her frustration builds on this clashing of cultures, in her surroundings and within herself.

In terms of relating this story back to class topics, I would like to pay close attention to the qualia of my female protagonist, particularly to how her qualia, based on her sense of perception, shows not only her fragmented sense of identity, but also her fragmented sense of cognition and thought. I plan to develop some more of her thoughts in order to show that she's not exactly mentally well (I'm debating whether she should have schizophrenia or if she should have the warning signs of the onset of dementia) and how this impacts those around her. (As I think of more ideas on how to relate some of the content to our class themes, I will post them here.)

Tell me what you guys think about this. Does this seem clear to you all?

Again, many thanks.

Original Sub-text:

The "heightened" states of mind of an Okinawa woman.

Guess the three stages of Carter's model in this story, if desired.

Between the lines with Rita Carter.

I have a problem...

Altered states of mind, Jamesian style.

The best (and one of the shortest) Jamesian statement I've ever come across. And it's a run-on.

This struck me personally for reasons only Carter and Damasio could make sense out of.