Pleas of Futility

Remember?

December 20-29, 2023 1:03pm - 9:57am

It seems so odd to me now how pointless our words actually are. The word 'remember' seems to stick out like a sore thumb in my memory.

And memory, itself, what a funny little thing. Remember that it can never be fully trusted.

Memory is a trick that tugs at the corners of a painting, stretching it out—stretching it thin—so it become unnoticeable. So it become a new creation built on the remains of the previous one. A plaster-casted mask with no air holes; you'll suffocate: and we'll call it beautiful. Art.

'Remember.' Such a funny word.

It pierces the flesh, the bone, the tendons underneath. The blood, the marrow, infect the veins to carry. 'You remember last weekend, when it rained? Surely you remember?' A definition: to recall, and it's purpose: ...

to forget forever.