i just forgot how to write. like last week when Aaron had a very high fever and it wouldn't go, i kept wishing i could just close my eyes and think so hard that the disease comes out like a blue whiff of smoke and vanishes. now, in my mind, the image can be from the archetypes of all the imagery i gathered from movies and books over the years, but someone had to think of this for the first time. and, if you take away all that from my mind, could i have thought of something like this, originally?
like, willing an ailment to come out like a spirit leaving a body? see? another analogy and again from the stacked up cliches in my mind. i cannot write originally. this is not a theory of deconstruction, just the plain truth.
i forgot how to write and there is nothing to write about. and for god's sake, i'm not a travel writer!
4 comments:
how is he now?
its kind of sweet you sitting there with him and wishing the fever would go away!
makes me think of how much fathers and "father-ing" has changed over time. damn nice!
when we were kids - me and most kids i knew - we cudnt imagine our father even knowing we had fever. lol sometimes kaajer pressure thaakle we'd be lucky if he remembered we existed!
lol
do u know egyptians believed tht evil(fever, madness, sin) could be willed out of the body..?
u're on ur way[:D]
\m/
Long time no see.
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