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i was driving home tonight, and i remembered a song i made up in i think eighth grade.
and i sang it, just to hear the sound of it, and thought how strange it is to have that little song entirely to myself. it is nothing special, certainly not by my standards now, but it still interests me. i created that. i thought of those words and fitted them to that tune. it was made only for my voice.
and if i forget it, and when i die, it will vanish. like the elements whose existences can only be proven by the trails they leave behind.
there is something oddly sacred about that feeling...that i alone am keeping this song alive. i alone can have its memory. how many subtle details of my life are the same? how many things exist only because i know of them and hold onto their presences? i am a spider web full of dust. no one else will ever see all the tiny fragments that surround who i am; no one else will ever be able to hold those pieces of my life.
one day, the owner of the house will come home and sweep me away.
but for as long as i am here, these things are mine.
and i sang it, just to hear the sound of it, and thought how strange it is to have that little song entirely to myself. it is nothing special, certainly not by my standards now, but it still interests me. i created that. i thought of those words and fitted them to that tune. it was made only for my voice.
and if i forget it, and when i die, it will vanish. like the elements whose existences can only be proven by the trails they leave behind.
there is something oddly sacred about that feeling...that i alone am keeping this song alive. i alone can have its memory. how many subtle details of my life are the same? how many things exist only because i know of them and hold onto their presences? i am a spider web full of dust. no one else will ever see all the tiny fragments that surround who i am; no one else will ever be able to hold those pieces of my life.
one day, the owner of the house will come home and sweep me away.
but for as long as i am here, these things are mine.