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But I could not think of what.

ongoing tags: listening humming red body () mud unreal cityside blogIn N. I lost what had been dear to me. I searched high and low wondering where I’d left it and gave up hope of finding it and the fear of never finding it again. […] and I forgot a year and a day, sat on a bench in the park for as long as I could remember, could no longer find time, no longer knew who I was, that man sitting there so thoughtfully as if he were thinking of something dear to him.-Toon Tellegen, from “I” in In N. First it starts with the eyes to spare the man from witnessing his own vanishing. He would not believe it if he saw it. Then the hearing goes. This ensures that he does not hear his own groans, the complaint of the loved one telling him he’s left his foot by the door. Then the memory recedes. The man cannot remember his foot or ever having a foot. The man does not remember seeing it attached, despite the failure of his vision. The man cannot recall hearing the floorboards creak beneath his weight. This makes the man sad, though he can’t remember the cause of his sorrow. And so it goes… and so it goes.-Oliver de la Paz, “How Domingo Disappears”

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ongoing tags: listening humming red body () mud unreal cityside blogIn N. I lost what had been dear to me. I searched high and low wondering where I’d left it and gave up hope of finding it and the fear of never finding it again. […] and I forgot a year and a day, sat on a bench in the park for as long as I could remember, could no longer find time, no longer knew who I was, that man sitting there so thoughtfully as if he were thinking of something dear to him.-Toon Tellegen, from “I” in In N. First it starts with the eyes to spare the man from witnessing his own vanishing. He would not believe it if he saw it. Then the hearing goes. This ensures that he does not hear his own groans, the complaint of the loved one telling him he’s left his foot by the door. Then the memory recedes. The man cannot remember his foot or ever having a foot. The man does not remember seeing it attached, despite the failure of his vision. The man cannot recall hearing the floorboards creak beneath his weight. This makes the man sad, though he can’t remember the cause of his sorrow. And so it goes… and so it goes.-Oliver de la Paz, “How Domingo Disappears”

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