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Offline PeerGynt

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Prose: The Plains
« on: November 01, 2016, 06:40:37 AM »
When two new lovers are caught up in the deep business of an early, fervent, violent kiss in the course of which they are gasping and sweating and handling and groping everything their hands fall on in each other's bodies, they usually end up wrenching their lips and tongues free for a second to make avoidable assurances and say unnecessary things like You Are The Love Of My Life and Promise Me You'll Stay Forever, which, as we all know, are nonsensical promises to make, because anything that ever happens does so forever when you're in the moment and has never taken place one moment later, and perhaps the same goes for all other endeavors and enterprises on earth, including having a great meal, or visiting Cape Ashizuri, or getting high with Zbigniew Preisner one midnight in Wallachia, or witnessing something horrific, or terrific. Memories are residue; are debris and broken links and placeholders, and there isn't going to be a moment in the future when you'll sit down and unearth all those coins from Argentina and concert tickets from Paris and rosaries from Kerala to pause and consider; to summon something entirely. Memories are only capable of storing ideas robbed of their original richness, their very reason for existence, and in the dark caverns of your brain a sound is only a memory of a sound, and a smell is only an idea of a smell, and all the random encounters, and the banners on tops of shops, and the brushing of shoulders with strange pedestrians, and the guy on the motorcycle: those go first, followed by the trip to the airport and back, and the early butterflies, and entire lives of people shrink and shrivel and recede, and when you die it's as if you've never lived.

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Re: Prose: The Plains
« Reply #1 on: November 01, 2016, 08:49:35 AM »
"Anyone who has ever looked into the glazed eyes of a soldier dying on the battlefield will think long and hard before starting a war."
-- Otto von Bismarck