That One Time

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just some words i threw at a page while listening to sad piano music.

Submitted: June 19, 2018

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Do you remember that time when you climbed that tree at your grandma’s house by the lake that’s branches grew into the shape of a chair? Oh. You don’t? Well. I guess you’re not me. Haha, sorry bout that. I get other people confused with myself sometimes. I apologize for that, I got off topic. What do you remember? Do you know anything? I’d imagine not. Who does? I don’t. I’ll bet that you assumed that what I said above means that I mistook one of my memories for one that you might have. No, quite the contrary in fact. That meant nothing. I know that I don’t remember that. And I doubt you do. Let’s try this again. Do you remember that time you walked outside and saw a bunch of old people walking out of an old people home that you live by getting onto a gigantic bus going to who knows where? Really? Don’t remember that either? Doesn’t surprise me. And don’t think I do. I don’t recall anything like that in my life. Let’s go a few more rounds you and I. Remember that time that you walked into your local grocery store and saw everyone standing in place? Perfectly still, but clearly living. Looking like they’d been doing things you’d normally do in a grocery store, but stopped. No? Oh. I thought that one might be at least a bit more plausible. Dark? No. I don’t think so. The contrast between things like that is irrelevant. To us anyways. But let’s go a few more. Do you remember that time you walked in on a gathering of people all continuously changing their expressions at each other in a completely mundane room? Not reacting to each other. Staring at one another, but not even acknowledging anything at all whatsoever. Just changing their expressions. From looking like you’re about to wring someone’s throat with a pair of pliers, to looking like you’d just heard the funniest you’d ever heard in you’re life, to looking like they’d just been told that every person they’d ever known had just died after experiencing unimaginable torture. What’s with that face? Really? Wow, that’s funny. If you think that is, just stay tuned. Okay, so do you remember that time that you walked into your house, looked around, and it was completely empty? Nothing there. Not even a sign anything had ever been there. In a very long time……. Not gonna say anything? Hahahahaha. I get that a lot. You’ll find out what this is about eventually. We’re getting there. But next question. Huh? What do you mean I never let you answer? Oh yeah, what was that then? Ah yes, that is what I expected. But let’s keep this going. Do you remember that time that you came upon that stone that looked like an eggplant, whilst walking down the road? And when I say it looked like one, I mean it. Like it had been crafted very well by a very fine artist. What? That’s funny? Well then, looks like you have quite differentiating opinions on these “memories”. But what is your answer? As expected. Okay, let’s move on. Do you remember that time that you tripped over that cup full of words that meant things that you don’t understand? What? Who’s to say that doesn’t make sense? Certainly not you. Just answer the question. Okay then. Do you remember that time that you met that lady that gave you the cap you wore for the entirety of your life from that point on. Way past the time you should’ve stopped wearing it. This cap was in awful shape by the it was taken off for the last time. Especially afterward. That bullet hole did make it look really awful. What’s with that face? Hahahahahahaha. You think you realized what this is about, do you? Then what is it? No. You’re not dead. Not the first time I’ve heard that one either. You’ll find out why that’s not the case soon enough. We’re almost done. But let’s keep this moving. Do you remember that time when you walked in on that guy washing a screwdriver in a gas station bathroom? Well I don’t know. Just answer. No? Why not? We’re almost done. Okay then, thank you. Do you remember that one time, when you started talking to me? Oh, well that’s, quite interesting. Seems like that concludes this conversation doesn’t it? I’ll bet this has really changed your view. Why do I think that? Think about it. I asked you a question earlier. “What do you remember?” You thought it was rhetorical. No. Really think about it. Anything? Anything at all. No. Definitely not. But of course not. You shouldn’t. You’re not capable. You can’t remember things. None of these questions were answerable. Not by you at least. You can’t recollect anything. And think about what a memory is. A memory is something to look back on to know that you had life. A memory is something to look back on to know you existed. If you realize that you’re in capable of creating memories? What are you? Have you finally realized it? Well then. If you’ve figured it out there’s no reason for yo to still be here. You’re free to leave. But can you even? If you were never here in the first place. If there was never a you to begin with. Let alone remembering anything, being anything. You now know what you are. You are nothing.


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