Snippets
Snippets, like walking part the dead bird, the bird in the street hit by a car, a pigeon, the body and amorphous form, smashed, pulverised, not like the body of a chicken, a roast chicken to be served with potatoes and other root veg.
Then I remembered a conversation I had from so long ago, about M telling me about talking to a friend about the shape of a dead bird. Thing is the conversation ended in a drawn out pause as if M needed to say something more. But could not think what that was.
A story about the characters involved in a violent act over a few days. The fool with a history of being bullied, though he was the biggest boy in school, who was used by the villains. The love interest, her tragic past, dead parent, had only made her stronger, more resilient, and more resourceful. The victim, somewhat inconsiderate towards the love interest, but the love interest realises it will not always last. The cause, the wild and careless brother who caused all the trouble with bad debts. And the mother, doing as mother's do. A brilliant tale with amazing characters.
I wonder if I am forgetting things. I wonder if I am forgetting more things than I used to forget. I cannot remember when I gave up meat, less than a year ago and I cannot remember when that was. I think I have been having the pins and needles in my left hand for about a week now, but I cannot remember exactly. And today I forgot I was going to the hardware store to buy an extractor fan. Thing about forgetting is than remember I have forgotten makes me feel anxious. Would it be better not even to remember I had forgotten.
March is here today and today is the first step in my march towards a more Zen life. I shall try to meditate daily on a positive, proactive step towards happiness and a happier me. Spring is the time for blossoms and new growth and so shall it be for myself too. I accept I may embrace the pithy, but so be it.
February 24
So, there is this issue. It is an ongoing issue which has been going on for many...
