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I can't help but wonder what you will remember of me. That's every man's fate, isn't it? To become a scrap of detail that snags or escapes a stranger's memory, Stuck in a grate in the floor where it fluttered, discarded, Or lodged in a permanent frame, dusted off every so often to be a reference point or to be a defining moment. It isn't up to us how we are remembered - - what is a rainbow to the blind but a refreshing mist on the skin? And that's why we obsess: we have no control, hard as we try, contour, conceal, and coordinate. And that never stops us from trying. But for a moment, consider this superpower that others will never have: You can remember them. You can't escape yourself, but you can remember them. Will you remember them kindly? Will distaste be tattooed in your mind? The things that are going to happen will happen. And we can act according to how we want to be remembered. But we cannot change it. But our remembrance cannot be changed either. It's a little spiteful optimism, isn't it?
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Aug 22, 2022
Aug 22, 2022 at 9:34 PM UTC
The Peacock's Soliloquy
I can't help but wonder what you will remember of me. That's every man's fate, isn't it? To become a scrap of detail that snags or escapes a stranger's memory, Stuck in a grate in the floor where it fluttered, discarded, Or lodged in a permanent frame, dusted off every so often to be a reference point or to be a defining moment. It isn't up to us how we are remembered - - what is a rainbow to the blind but a refreshing mist on the skin? And that's why we obsess: we have no control, hard as we try, contour, conceal, and coordinate. And that never stops us from trying. But for a moment, consider this superpower that others will never have: You can remember them. You can't escape yourself, but you can remember them. Will you remember them kindly? Will distaste be tattooed in your mind? The things that are going to happen will happen. And we can act according to how we want to be remembered. But we cannot change it. But our remembrance cannot be changed either. It's a little spiteful optimism, isn't it?
For JT, who introduced me to all the different varieties of optimism.
mica-kluge
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Aug 22, 2022
Aug 22, 2022 at 9:34 PM UTC
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