Yes--the springtimes needed you. Often a star
was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you
out of the distant past, or as you walked
under an open window, a violin
yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission.
But could you accomplish it? Weren't you always
distracted by expectation, as if every event
announced a beloved? (Where can you find a place
to keep her, with all the huge strange thoughts inside you
going and coming and often staying all night.)
--Rainer Maria Rilke, from The First Duino Elegy
Filled with a surreal yet concrete sadness, the short stories of Chris Wallace explore the chaos that so often happens between our ears. Although one of his stories is called "Manic Depression," these stories are not so much about mental illness as mental discomfort: confusion and pain, and the skewed ways in which we view human relations.
Chris Wallace was born in Los Angeles, September 15, 1977. He is a filmmaker, writer and poet, and is currently at work on a novel.
His story "Manic Depression" first appeared in the March 2001 issue of ImagesInScript.com.You can write to Chris at CDub4@aol.com.
Chris's works here at Unlikely Stories are: