Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

12.11b

I am a neophyte. An acolyte of a different temple. I am a worshipper of words, not a shaman of sounds, and my inexperience puts me in a new place entirely.
[I wrote this because I said "I am a worshipper of words, not a ----- of sounds." And I can't remember what it was and it kills me. Shaman is as close as I can remember.]

7 comments:

  1. This reminds me a bit of *The Phantom Tollbooth.*

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  2. That's lovely. Would that it were. I don't have the mental stamina at this point in my life to be so consistently and objectively kooky.

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  3. Eh, we already have a few books like that, anyway.

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  4. I love the alliterations, though. It's like when I read and the narrators/characters/whathaveyou all have different voices that aren't mine. (I really hope you guys know what I mean.)

    Anyway, I like the cleverness of this.

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  5. I really liked it, but I wish I knew what I said instead of Shaman. UGH LOSS

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  6. Totally. Except I'm assuming you're not forgetting because it was opium-induced and someone knocked on the door. But yes, it's frustrating.

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