Pen

February 27, 2012

Pen

There was a once a man who lost his favorite pen. He looked everywhere but couldn’t find it. Desperate, he convinced himself that his cat had probably taken the pen into the space behind the pipes in the bathroom, which was accessible through a panel that would sometimes fall open. So he crawled into the space to find it.

Soon it became too dark to see, so he ran his hands along the cement floor in search of the pen. Strangely the space seemed much larger than it should have been — larger even than his apartment. This made no sense, so he told himself that he must have been crawling in circles. It didn’t seem that he had been and yet what else explained the size of the space?

As he continued on he suddenly found himself out in the open, on his hands and knees. He jumped to his feet and looked around. There was no sun and yet there was light. There were no clouds or trees or wind, and the ground was made of something like rubber. Strangest of all, there was no sound. He shouted as loud as he could but couldn’t hear his own voice.

In the distance he saw a mountain and decided to walk toward it. When he arrived he discovered that it wasn’t really a mountain but a pile the size of a mountain. And this pile consisted entirely of pens like the pen he had lost.

He walked on and came to other mountains made of other things: keys, wallets, socks.

He walked on and on, for what would have been many days were there days in this place. He never tired nor did he need to eat or sleep.

And then, out of the blue, though there was no blue in this place, he spotted something in the distance moving toward him. At first it was a just speck, but the speck grew larger as it approached, until at last he saw that it was an animal of some kind. A dog! It was a dog!

This came as a shock, but there was a bigger shock still to come.

He knew this dog. It was the dog he had as a child. It had run away and had never returned; it had been lost, and now at last here it was, coming toward him.

February 18, 2012

So Delicious

When I woke this morning I discovered a So Delicious wrapper on top of my alarm clock. Seeing it I realized immediately that it was a message I had left myself last night, doubtless just before turning out the light, a message to remember something. Only I couldn’t remember what.

Similarly, a few weeks ago I discovered that I was wearing my watch upside-down. Again, I knew this was a message to myself, and I even remembered the moment, earlier that day, I had turned the watch upside-down. It was during lunch with Sohrab at S’nice. He noticed me do it, and we spent the rest of lunch discussing the vagaries of memory. Later, though, when I discovered the upside-down watch, I couldn’t remember what it was supposed to remind me of. In my frustration, I eventually I called Sohrab, but he couldn’t remember either, nor was he certain that I ever had told him.

I eventually let go of the upside-down watch, but I’m still stuck on the So Delicious wrapper. In fact I just taped it to the top left corner of the bathroom mirror. This way I’m bound to see it each morning when I wash my face. My hope is that the repeated reminder will spark my memory of the original message.

Addendum: On re-reading the above, I realized that I might forget, yet again, what the So Delicious wrapper is supposed to remind me of, so I got out a magic marker and wrote the following across the front of the wrapper:

Found on alarm clock. What was I reminding myself to fucking remember?