Fungi Dreams
There were two of them. One slightly taller than the other. One more spirited, though both filled to the rim with vim. Hair, of the dirty-blonde variety, stretched down to each of their shoulders. Their arms could change length at will. One moment everything was out of reach and another it was right there to hold. They were not in the least squeamish, neither missed an opportunity to hold a fish or a worm, or even a snake.
I never really knew them.
I wake late in the evenings, sometimes missing the sun completely. I remember dreams about rising waves moving in for the kill. These are not nightmares mind you, only dreams. They come back occasionally for no other reason than to remind me that I never really knew them. And what can I do, half hidden under a wooden table, hoping never to grow old, never to understand what it is I’ve seen. It’s nothing really. Not a sob story about lost lives, or rotting bodies. This is about memories, that’s all. No reason to shed forced tears to bribe St. Peter with; “It’s tragic.” you’d utter as the gates open before you. Feel no pity for the rough draft is what I say. Shit, if they gave me a chance I’d erase it all, all over again.
They swim to shore covered in mushrooms. Can you see them, red with white spots. Those are poisonous – do not touch – but that’s only because you never really knew them.
-Jakob Lint
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Dear Jakob,
You seem to have disappeared.
I hope that you’re absent because fun and exciting adventures have left you with little time to blog. I hope sickness and/or madness hasn’t stolen you from us.
Return, Mr. Lint. The world requires more of your wisdom.
Signed,
A faithful reader
theashleyn - March 19, 2009 at 9:43 pm
Dear Ashleyn,
Thank you for your concern.
I’m glad to inform you that my absence is due neither to sickness nor madness. I was simply looking for something, I know not what it is, or was, or still may be. I do, however, promise to keep my future absence to a minimum.
-Jakob Lint
jakoblint - March 27, 2009 at 2:34 pm