In a city, you wear your anonymity like a childhood sweater. We are all theoretical, without sin, mute yet plenipotentiary, emerging into the rush-hour light with undeclared purpose.
Non-fictional writing of a personal nature.
Grief has many hands. It overturns even the most hidden of stones, reconstituting origins and descent, questioning everything, anatomizing the fossils, naming.
They did not ask for the journey, and we don’t want to know too much about it, but they return holding a marvellous gem that they alone can explain. A gem from a dream of the departed who haunt them. A dream not of the day but of the relentless, interminable day. A fascinating gem that I do not want to ever hold.
I have seen sun-bleached photos, of aunts and uncles, the happy brides and grooms whose future self will divorce and remarry, or perhaps not, retaining across the decades some small semblance of this person frozen in time, covered in wedding confetti, surrounded by those I remember as once living among us.
We go to the Internet for conversation and camaraderie and connection. There, we smell the virtual smells of other people, and it isn’t always pleasant or pretty.
If the revolution ever arrives, it is probable that the talking heads and the spokespersons and the pundits will be rounded up and shot, by way of reply to all of these one-way conversations.
After the news, Mr. Crusher appears on the television with an update on the Emergency. “My fellow Americans, I am doing this for you. I am suspending some of your rights, for you, because there is an Emergency. God bless you.”
How does it end? they ask, because I have seen the future. I alone have seen it, not in a dream or a vision but in math.
Today I will be judging the contestants for this very important cabinet position. Only one will win. No one but me and my extremely telegenic daughter, Laki, will know who that is. But let me tell you, it’s going to be very, very tough.
I am [ ] : the blank space a provision for contingency, perhaps it is exigencies. I know words, there are many words, the best words. Hiccius doccius.