The End?
And that's where I've got to with the 'Stanley Quest'. I could contact some or all of them? Maybe it's my duty to try and re-unite Stan/Stanley with the old book from his past? But I'm left with a feeling that it could be any or none of them. And how much does it matter anyway?
All these photographs I've been looking at on the internet; all these people and their lives; what do any of them mean? I feel as if they're all real people, as if they represent something, but it's all just information. It could all be made up for all I know. I've spent time staring at all of them and reading whatever I could find about them. Believe me, sometimes I've felt as though something clicked, something pricking me, bringing Stanley to life - "This is me; I'm the one that was Stanley."
Then again, a lot of the time, they all look the same - so much rubbish amongst all the photos on the internet. How can any of them mean anything? And it makes me think "What about all those pictures of Franky?" - as a baby; first tooth; first holiday? I've just shared a load of photos of his first day at school on Facebook - all 'liked' by my friends, the same ones that shared hen-party pictures and wedding photos ... and so on, and so on!
I've decided to stop the quest for Stanley right here. I've come to the conclusion that Stanley could be anyone - and that's as it should be. I know the Newsbook's real because I've got it here with me; but beyond that, for all anybody knows, it could all be made up - like the stories that got Franky wound up and started all of this! It stopped raining, by the way, and we had a nice holiday.
All these photographs I've been looking at on the internet; all these people and their lives; what do any of them mean? I feel as if they're all real people, as if they represent something, but it's all just information. It could all be made up for all I know. I've spent time staring at all of them and reading whatever I could find about them. Believe me, sometimes I've felt as though something clicked, something pricking me, bringing Stanley to life - "This is me; I'm the one that was Stanley."
Then again, a lot of the time, they all look the same - so much rubbish amongst all the photos on the internet. How can any of them mean anything? And it makes me think "What about all those pictures of Franky?" - as a baby; first tooth; first holiday? I've just shared a load of photos of his first day at school on Facebook - all 'liked' by my friends, the same ones that shared hen-party pictures and wedding photos ... and so on, and so on!
I've decided to stop the quest for Stanley right here. I've come to the conclusion that Stanley could be anyone - and that's as it should be. I know the Newsbook's real because I've got it here with me; but beyond that, for all anybody knows, it could all be made up - like the stories that got Franky wound up and started all of this! It stopped raining, by the way, and we had a nice holiday.