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[Post 047] Prose/Anonymous Text (Backdated to October 9th)
[Prose]
A voice: "I had a daughter born in lawful wedlock who grew up amid the fields and pastures."
he remembers the fields, the pastures. he remembers running through them, sometimes in play, sometimes in fear, sometimes in anger. fields and pastures: there were once so many of them. the dirt, the grass, the earth: he remembers that.
Another voice, which lives inside the flowers: "I do not know what you wish to examine me on. Perhaps you might ask such things that I would not tell."
memory. he holds it close. it's so precious. it's so easily forgotten. he forgets so much. he doesn't want to, but he does. and once he forgets, it's gone forever.
Golden, brilliant, a thousand stars: "Surrender it to the King of France!"
he used to be something else. what he is now is not the same as he was a thousand years ago or yesterday. centuries of yesterdays once held her, thousands of selves, forgotten and gone away.
Yet: "I have sworn enough."
that he remembers. that he forgot.
[France wakes abruptly.]
[Anonymous Text]
How can I keep myself from forgetting things?
A voice: "I had a daughter born in lawful wedlock who grew up amid the fields and pastures."
he remembers the fields, the pastures. he remembers running through them, sometimes in play, sometimes in fear, sometimes in anger. fields and pastures: there were once so many of them. the dirt, the grass, the earth: he remembers that.
Another voice, which lives inside the flowers: "I do not know what you wish to examine me on. Perhaps you might ask such things that I would not tell."
memory. he holds it close. it's so precious. it's so easily forgotten. he forgets so much. he doesn't want to, but he does. and once he forgets, it's gone forever.
Golden, brilliant, a thousand stars: "Surrender it to the King of France!"
he used to be something else. what he is now is not the same as he was a thousand years ago or yesterday. centuries of yesterdays once held her, thousands of selves, forgotten and gone away.
Yet: "I have sworn enough."
that he remembers. that he forgot.
[France wakes abruptly.]
[Anonymous Text]
How can I keep myself from forgetting things?