Memories of a Mind Without Memories

Your location inside the bus aligns with my entrance and I find it inevitable not to smile, I have to look at you, greet you, and incorporate myself into reality. I must ask the time, it’s part of the morning protocol even though the answer is always the same. “We’re already late!”

Memories of a Mind Without Memories and Repetition

Your voice feels close to me and I suspect I’ve been waiting for this instant, you have time in your words that take my breath away, you enjoy it as if remembering were your charm and you didn’t want to free me until you crumble me apart. It’s a shame you’re getting off.

By afternoon I’ll have forgotten you, and by tomorrow morning without remembering you I’ll wait, among cannibals.