There will follow a triptych – a work of art in three parts.
Something dark and monstrous and silly. Hence the eponymous bogeyman. The kind of story that doesn’t seem scary at all in the daylight. You’d be crazy to believe it’s real. But when you’re alone, somehow it starts to take form… it begins to wield power.
There’s that part in every Christmas pantomime when the baddie is standing behind the hero, and everyone can see it except the hero. The audience shouts out a warning over and over, to no avail. But isn’t that what makes the story exciting? Isn’t that what brings us to the edge of our seats? Don’t we just have to know how it will all end?
I considered for many months whether to tell the end of Polaris’s story. Time and time again I went back to him. And time and time again my friends asked me why. I would say: “I have to know how it ends… how it really ends.” Now I know, and it’s a great story, with a brilliant ending.
In the end, there has to be a “The End”. And I have to be brave enough to say it.
Before I get all the well-meaning messages of concern from friends, wondering if they need to check my dosage, I want to assure you of one thing:
I’m fine. Truly.
I’ve moved on. I had already started to move on between parts two and three. But that doesn’t mean that the story has lost any of its power. Particularly when it gets dark.
After you are assaulted by my tale of twisted and nefarious doings, I am going to tell you no less than four so-bad-they-are-awful dating stories: The Tale of Mr “How’s Your C**t?”, The Tale of the Right Wing Pilot, The Tale of Boyfriends Past and The Tale of the Tog with Impossible Standards.
But first, walk this way and bring a candle. Its little light will not penetrate the blackness to come, but you may appreciate its ability to help obscure what lies beyond the circle of your happy experience.
The image is one of Francis Bacon’s Black Triptychs, painted to commemorate his dead lover George Dyer, of whom Bacon said, “He became totally impossible with drink. The rest of the time, when he was sober, he could be terribly engaging and gentle.”