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Pure

Friday, August 26, 2005

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after the ceremony we sat in the canteen, sipping the watered down soda and tea from the plastic cups furry with repeated scratches. other people went off to town and important places to celebrate, but we sat in the same old canteen as we had been eating all our dire lunches in for the past few years. mother and father didn't seem to mind, and i guess it was all the same to us. after all where could we go, what else would we do besides wait for the bus and go to the interchange take the other bus and go home. it didn't feel different now that i'd never have to eat there again unwillingly, but still the canteen didn't feel the same. we weren't unhappy there, though we said nothing more or less, and though we couldn't say we were happy.

i kept an extra programme for you, mother said.
thanks, i said.
it's got your name in it do you want to see it? she said.
yes, i said. she handed it to me. i took it. it had my name in it. we went back to sipping our tea and soda.

a moment and a momentous occasion share letters and root morphemes and are also a world apart. i wonder why.

a moment does not become momentous because of the pomp and the ritual and the dress that you wear, it is only momentous because of what it means and what happens in your head. the blasts of confetti and fireworks and choirs of singing ring empty inside me on new years day.
but does that mean that sitting in the crummy little canteen i knew so well that i was sick of it yesterday (but which mother and father had never seen before) everything was indeed momentous?

we're going to get up, wait for the bus, take it to the interchange, take the other bus, and walk home, for the last time.

5 Comments:

  • nice. i like.

    now can you please help me find a new word for "love"? i bow down humbly before thee and beseech thy power, oh great one from the lost city!

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at Friday, August 26, 2005 8:54:00 AM  

  • "pain", or "need". try substituting it in place of love or any other words you like, just like virgoan17 did for pants.

    i pain you very much, alientango.

    i have nothing but pain for you, dear reader.

    see?

    By Blogger pure, at Sunday, August 28, 2005 8:19:00 AM  

  • yes, i see....

    but i was thinking of something more positive. "pain" or "need" are so depressing and nothing of what i feel. i implore thee once again and appeal to thy vast knowledge! but hey, shoot me if i'm idealistic but i'm in love and "love" just so DOES NOT do anything....

    see?

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at Sunday, August 28, 2005 2:00:00 PM  

  • love is harsh like truth. i like "want " or "need" instead of the word love. or, the idea of belonging, which is what we all want, either to belong to someone or to have someone belong to us.

    By Blogger pure, at Monday, September 05, 2005 9:55:00 PM  

  • i see what you mean but i don't want to belong and i don't want to have someone to belong to me. belonging means possession and possession means master and servant. where would the freedom in love be, the freedom so coveted? where is that love that is supposed to set us free?

    am i being demanding? but "want" or "need" are not what i'm looking for. "truth" sounds almost there and forgive my insolence oh my master but i did think of stealing "pure"....

    although, strictly speaking, it is not a verb. but what's not impossible when we are in love?

    la-la-la-la-la!

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at Tuesday, September 06, 2005 10:09:00 AM  

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