In Loving Memory of Yesterday [fragment]

She turned around, her hair gathered together in one hand, dripping wet with little pearly drops of rain, she sighed and slid her body onto a rock next to mine.
"we were such fools..." she looked into the distance, behind the safety of the cave, at the smoke rising from what used to be the Holly City of Wood. "..such fools to trust the New Books, to ignore the warnings inside.. Look at us now: scattered through holes in the mountains, hills, hiding from the very ones that used to stand beside us not too long ago. This is all our doing..."
Her head shook and the voice died before the lips. I felt the same, i could not comfort her in any way. It was true, it was our fault.
Not many hours before i believed that the rigorous society binds will prevail and redeem humanity from the peril Shank had brought on us. But those hours seemed years ago. No Greater Being came to strike him down, no body believed in It anymore.
Salvation had become Survival, and the hunger roaring through our tired bodies rang a bell we had never heard before, a bell of which i had only read in my uncle's forbidden books.
My limbs felt empty, my reasoning began shortening and i realized i had no idea what to do. The Elders never told us where our food came from, never taught us how to get it. It had always been their handling, their responsibility, like all of us in the city, like everyone else on the planet was the responsibility of an Elder somewhere.
I looked at the trashed Glider, it's perfect surface torn by fire and rocks. I didn't know how to make it work again. I had never seen the inside of it. It was the responsibility of another class, like mine was to teach the New Book and deliver the clean minds the message of Perfection.
So we remained there, each confronted with questions we never knew where up to us to put together, each of us feeling the vicinity of extinction like a famished bird circling the cold air above our shoulders.
I looked at her shivering hands and asked without even thinking: "let's think how we could make fire".

car radio reminded me

uhmmm

bad mood friday

from

found through my old stuff

Laws of the Leaving

1) When you are about to leave, speed matters. Chances to be turned around by work decrease in the same proportion as your speed grows.

2) When you are about to leave, the reason and the incentive to leave are directly linked in urgency with the person just walking through the door to hold you with work.

Q.: where the hell are you?

A.: Exactly.

famous last words

don't get to be famous if one dies alone.

some songs are undeservedly forgotten

none are undeservedly remembered.
enjoy

dare.