I'm a Bluebird

I imagined this story once about a guy who was in a relationship with a woman he didn't really love, and who is suddenly mesmerized by this documentary he records on TV one night about Paul and Linda McCartney. He watches it over and over again, whenever he is alone and the flat was quiet: those images of that empty beach in Scotland in the 1970s, this family's brazen unfashionability, that sheep dog of theirs rollicking in the sand. Also the beautifully brisk and beautifully open atmosphere. (Everybody wrapped up in woolens.) Not so much Paul-and-Linda as celebrities, but just as images, dreamy phantoms that come to haunt this man, this character, day in, day out. And, ultimately, it ends up taking him six years to figure out why he's doing this, why he feels the need to keep watching...It would be a work of fiction, I told myself.