A Reflection on Amsterdam Stories — Drew Morris

I absolutely enjoyed Nescio’s tale of Amsterdam. Reading about the summers spent here — the nights of fun and days of wondering, it made me dive deeper into a thought I’ve thinking about for some time, and that is what summer means to people. Since the outbreak of coronavirus, I’ve been in a strict quarantine with little to no socialization with many of my peers from my hometown, and I’ve spent the time maintaining remote employment or wondering around my town alone. Neisco’s story of course differed in that his experience of Amsterdam was filled with the laughters of his friends, while I look for the sounds of water wherever I wonder. I’ve discovered a passion for my hometown’s scenery throughout this summer, and I’ve driven down more gravel roads this summer than I have in my entire life. A place I’ve found myself at most is a spot near the Missouri River named Cooper’s Landing. Just of the Katy Trail, Cooper’s Landing serves as a landing strip for bikers and people fond of the Missouri River. I find myself sitting by the river for hours into the day listening to water run and the occasional fish fly above water; it’s at these moments I understood Neisco most, as he discusses the time spent staring with melancholy at the bricks of the roads and Amsterdam at large. For me, its looking at the river and all that Missouri has offered and I once looked past. Now, in a summer spent alone, I question all I took for granted with moments like these, and how I could’ve shared them with my friends, something Neisco clearly held close to heart.

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2 thoughts on “A Reflection on Amsterdam Stories — Drew Morris

  1. Drew, the clear layers of your image are striking: near, middle, far, beyond, each in their own texture. They remind me of some of the scenes from Charles Burns’s graphic novel Black Hole: while I assume you drew it out of the calm it gave you, the pen/ink style makes it imply something dark or mysterious below the surface.

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  2. I too developed a love for my hometown’s scenery since the quarantine/summer began. I began noticing the intricacies of the beaches, the trails, the rolling waves, and the burning sun. The comparison of your hometown to Nescio’s Amsterdam made sense on a very fundamental level, because to a certain degree, your hometown shapes your personality. To look back and study it may allow you to study aspects of yourself. As you touched on, the time in quarantine spent alone allows us to truly appreciate the friends with whom we’ve shared our moments along the way.

    Reading about Nescio, sitting with his friends on the beaches at Zandvoort, allowed us to be transported into a world where the glory of Amsterdam shaped the personality of a man who could spend his summers with those he cared for.

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