Isolation Unit 02 -Memory-
My phone never rings. I have a lot of friends, and I know for a fact they all have my phone number… But I never get any calls! I even asked my brother to phone me this morning to wake me up. I’d never wake up without his help! I don’t own an alarm clock, and he wakes me up every day. But he never called me today! I hope he’s doing alright. I haven’t talked to him in so long. Oh, hold on a moment. “Hello? Yes. No I’m afraid I don’t have any need for long distance service. Thank you.” Now what was I saying? Yes! My brother. He’s a wonderful fellow. Very punctual. But he never called me today. I wonder if my phone is broken…do you know if there is such a thing as a telephone repair man? Or is it best to buy a new phone in a situation like this? I should probably ask my brother, he works for the phone company.
I just finished watering the flowers…but they keep dying. I water them, and yet they still die. Its a horrible state of affairs, I tell you. I measure out the water exactly, put in just enough of their daily fertilizer to keep them healthy, and even give them plenty of sunlight there on the patio. I don’t know the problem could be. I really think its genetic somehow. I try and try and try, and the natural order of things just smites my efforts. I really shouldn’t be so hard on myself though. You know just the other day I was listening to Chopin, and relaxing all nice like you know, and I got thirsty! You know, if only I had a glass of water I was thinking. So I got up and got one, and I thought to myself, “Wow, if only I had someone to to this for me everyday…”. I tell you that’d make my life easier. Speaking of easy…I need to go out and buy some groceries. But if you’ll excuse me, I need to water my flowers.
Excuse me sir, may I ask a question? Yes…where is my house? What do you mean you don’t know where I live? How should I know that? Well of course I live there! Why the hell would I lie about having a bloody house!? NO, I WILL NOT TELL MY MOTHER THAT! Goodness, I was just wondering where my house is. I seem to have gotten a bit lost after picking up some groceries. If you can’t help me, I understand, but I figured you’d be able to tell me where I live. Why would I think that? Well because you’re a Postman!You have to get my mail to me somehow. Oh yes sir, thats my name. Oh a letter? Can you deliver it to my house? Excellent! I’ll just follow you.
I was talking to the postman earlier. He brought me an unexpected package. It was slightly surprising. I never seem to be expecting mail, though I always seem to get it. I chock that up to the unpredictability of the postal service! Sometimes though, when I am expecting letters…they never come. I wonder if I’m doing something wrong? Once again, I chock that up to the postal service! My postman told me kindly that I really should open my mail though. You see I got this unexpected package, saw that it’s obviously not something I should read, and I threw it away. First time I ever threw away a letter. He made quite a fuss out of it though…oh the unpredictability of the postal service!
There are days when I forget. Or is it days…I can’t remember? I forget. Its an odd sensation, like being lost in the fog and not really knowing where you’ve been or where you’re going. It gets thicker and thicker, and eventually swallows you completely, leaving you to go about the same task with the same clarity and resolve hundreds, thousands, of times…and have no recollection of it. But only sometimes. That’s the thing about these days. They aren’t everyday. At least I don’t think they’re everyday. I honestly couldn’t tell you…but it doesn’t seem that way. I’m pretty sure I’d remember that.
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