Remembrance
August 23, 2015 at 5:44 pm Leave a comment
Right now I am finally following back the river of time where I was progressively bound, evidently with my eager submission or else deluded fantasies of being powerless. Part of it I was. Part of it was quite assuredly was that submission, although with illusions of coming freedom. Surely my mother’s marriage…living with her sister…believing whole-heartedly in a cruel God… But then if I had resisted, how much good would it have done? Whenever I did, I was punished. I was punished for doing too well.
I walk, I say, the rivers of time, and backwards, for a while. I was never going to be a good man. I was always going to hide. It seems my thought of both was in error.
Entry filed under: Memento Mori. Tags: belief, flight, hiding.
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