“Real Tears Are Not Those That Fall From The Eyes And Cover The Face, But Those That Fall From The

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“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”

— Charles Bukowski

“I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

"You remember too much, my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that?

And I said, Where can I put it down?"

The Glass Essay - Anne Carson

Birth

I have my mother's rage.

The quiet rage, the unassuming one,

the rage which grips onto every molecule of your body,

until it claws and licks at your whitened bones.

The rage which sinks its sharp canines in you

which savours the taste of blood,

it craves it.

It lures your loved ones in carefully, it invites them into its stenching residence.

Sets out a nice cup of tea, or perhaps, the good tablecloth.

And when they think it's gone, the rage twists their necks,

and laps up the blood with its serpent tongue.

I have my father's indifference.

I sit and watch as it happens, smiling, as I watch and watch my house burn.

- e.u.

@academia-lucifer

A Sprite by a Lakeside Temple (Max Roeder, 1894)