“In loving memory of my life’s experiences, whose brief spark brought joy to my days”. That’s how I ought to begin this story, if only I could remember what there is to tell.
Memories flicker across shiny furniture and TV screens, lasting just for that snap moment of passing them by, like a glimmer in the corner of my eye.
I wish I could remember whether I wasted my time. Instead, I am forced into this loop of seeing each day as a new one, an opportunity to fuck up, perhaps again.
I wish I could remember whether I wasted my time. Instead, I am forced into this loop of seeing each day as a new one, an opportunity to fuck up, perhaps again.
I have a front door and keys in my pocket.
I probably never want to leave. Why would I? Perhaps there is chaos behind these walls, and here, I have all I need.
Did I just come into my life? Feels like barging into someone else’s world.
I probably never want to leave. Why would I? Perhaps there is chaos behind these walls, and here, I have all I need.
Did I just come into my life? Feels like barging into someone else’s world.
An armchair, that will do. To rest before I figure this out.
It is easy when I close my eyes - as if memories are waiting behind the eyelids.
I wish everything would stay.
I wish I could use the headset one more time.
Because, you see, I am sure I left the lights on in there.
It is easy when I close my eyes - as if memories are waiting behind the eyelids.
I wish everything would stay.
I wish I could use the headset one more time.
Because, you see, I am sure I left the lights on in there.
Caught in the tide of repeated discovery and uncertainty about his life, Ruben is handling this rollercoaster with the only thing he never forgets how to use. Subdued by his headset, he falls silent, letting go of the weight of time and regret.
