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+the rebirth of memory
+2018-10-02
+
+***
+
+a little girl collapses in the middle of a hallway
+surrounded by black mirrors of all shapes and sizes
+each one a different face, a person gone out of contact
+herself forever escaped from her memory
+
+for what do you weep, little child?
+how long will you scream at the walls?
+for what have you surrendered your right to your own head
+and given your puppet strings to someone else to contort as they
+please?
+
+do you fear for the future?
+do you wish you had the energy to fight for a better future?
+or perhaps turn your back on industrial society
+and blaze a path all for yourself?
+
+she lifted her head
+I cannot hear myself think
+I cannot think of the words to say
+I only know that I speak, not to be heard
+but to know that someone is listening
+
+but it is not worth anything if nobody is listening
+
+a long time ago, I had a premonition of an event
+that I dubbed "the death of memory"
+a catastrophic event where I would essentially die
+and a great deal of things important to me would suddenly perish
+and I would be reborn
+unrecognizable
+scorned
+but ultimately free
+
+I once thought it would be when I moved
+roots violently ripped out of the ground and transplanted elsewhere
+almost all my friends gone in the blink of an eye
+never to be heard from again
+but it has been almost two years
+and I feel more trapped than ever
+
+so what if I was reincarnated?
+so what if we knew each other in a past life?
+it is not my life's purpose to mindlessly click on things
+it is not my life's purpose to slave away for a corporate machine's
+wealth
+it is not my life's purpose to give someone else the keys to my
+happiness
+and the keys to my fate
+
+it is not my life's purpose to scream at the walls
+and expect anything other than an echo to call
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander