Tuesday, February 12, 2013
I closed Radial Symmetry, quieting Katherine's squid, her lime dust, and her tequila, and sharpened my pencil on the bottom of the table, hoping no one with white pants would cross their legs and rub against the marks I'd made.
And thought about some things.
Humiliation. Well, I should be more specific. Mild humiliation. The type that humbles, but does not disgrace. It is not futile, but clearly better when experienced in small doses. An emotion that moves an invisible marker forward and helps one grow, in hopes of avoiding future encounters.
Can something taste like youth? What do you think? It tasted like youth. Does it work?
But it was Rachael's comment that stayed with me. The possibility of our memories wandering. I imagined them traveling, visiting one mind after another, extending their stays with those they favored most, and returning to us like adult children visiting the first place they called home, their parents blinded by their new facets, focused on the comfort of their original form.
Radial Symmetry by Katherine Larson