I grew up to be this forgetful, grumpy old man. I remember this because my forgetfulness is the only thing I remember. I once forgot what things were called – that day, I randomly gave new names to those things, it seemed after sometime, those things were re-born - small roots and fresh leaves had sprouted , a new name was all it took to make them look fresh.
But then, the next day, I recollected everything I had forgotten and the world was heavy with names again.
Amongst this dawn and dusk, I spent quiet some months, maybe years. I sometimes felt that there were elves in the house – cause my book – which I last remember keeping on my bed moved suddenly to the table, drinks filled glasses, food plates, my chappals - everything moved. These annoying elves made life even more miserable.
Agnes said i had to have pills, Lily said i needed fresh air, fresh perspective she said - or was it the other. The 2 worlds i had apart from the one i existed in, collided - what were once 3 distinct trees, were now one enormous grandfather tree - with as many branches as sun- rays. This view sometimes was better too - the chaotic tidiness. It ridiculed my labelling nature.
These girls were 2 different realities - my heads didn't like that kinda pressure. So in a decision where i actively slept - my worlds were suddenly all one.
There was ice cream with tea, i danced in the exam hall, i was happy at work, there was spring while it rained. There was paradise in a volcano.
Agnes read a book, Lily fought with me, she tickled me and called me old - while Agnes worried about the religions of the world. One cooked delicious rice while the other made a good cocktail, one danced while the other hummed. My worlds, the suns and the moons, the shiny summers afternoon and winter's pleasant moonbeam - they were all suddenly there, present at the same time. Entirety in abundance.
It had to be a dream, a very vivid admirable dream. These dreams are where i begin and where i close.
Hdk
But then, the next day, I recollected everything I had forgotten and the world was heavy with names again.
Amongst this dawn and dusk, I spent quiet some months, maybe years. I sometimes felt that there were elves in the house – cause my book – which I last remember keeping on my bed moved suddenly to the table, drinks filled glasses, food plates, my chappals - everything moved. These annoying elves made life even more miserable.
Agnes said i had to have pills, Lily said i needed fresh air, fresh perspective she said - or was it the other. The 2 worlds i had apart from the one i existed in, collided - what were once 3 distinct trees, were now one enormous grandfather tree - with as many branches as sun- rays. This view sometimes was better too - the chaotic tidiness. It ridiculed my labelling nature.
These girls were 2 different realities - my heads didn't like that kinda pressure. So in a decision where i actively slept - my worlds were suddenly all one.
There was ice cream with tea, i danced in the exam hall, i was happy at work, there was spring while it rained. There was paradise in a volcano.
Agnes read a book, Lily fought with me, she tickled me and called me old - while Agnes worried about the religions of the world. One cooked delicious rice while the other made a good cocktail, one danced while the other hummed. My worlds, the suns and the moons, the shiny summers afternoon and winter's pleasant moonbeam - they were all suddenly there, present at the same time. Entirety in abundance.
It had to be a dream, a very vivid admirable dream. These dreams are where i begin and where i close.
Hdk
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