Sunday, May 9, 2010

881. DARKNESS

DARKNESS
The man was saying: 'my mother had
an interior life all of her very own...'
I was wondering back to him - 'with you,
or without you?' And then, as the
colored lights in the room came on, I turned
and said aloud - 'for whatever purposes of
mankind or fate, it certainly couldn't have
mattered to her whether you were aware of
this or not, so why bring it up now? She's
long dead, and what do you know anyway?'
He seemed to shudder, and a look came over
his face - the sort of look that arises when
one knows one's been found out. 'I, I never
meant to suggest...' He began going on, and
I stopped listening. I realized at that
moment that most family matters are
bullshit anyway. No one knows
a god-damned thing.

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