Motivation and Moving
It’s funny because she’s dead.
Everything’s funny when you’re dead. You get a great perspective on life. Not that it does you much good anymore, but you get it anyway.
She thinks maybe that if she told this to Neo he’d either say something profound or stupid and it bothers her-as much as she can be bothered anymore, anyway-that she can’t figure out which one it would be. That’s the thing about getting perspective on life-you really only have your own to compare it to.
But when she remembers-and by remember she means-but she doesn’t mean, because there’s no one to communicate it to-well, there is, but it’s not the person she wants it to be, or the people-but it’s seeing it all at once and the whole picture more than remembering, because time’s one of those things that doesn’t matter anymore either-but when she remembers, she can’t quite figure out what she was fighting for.
She remembers-and by remember she means-no, don’t get into that again, it’s just a headache-not that she has a head-that it was important. And that Morpheus made it important, and she’d follow him until she died, because he made it-he made it all, everything, anything-real and that mattered. Matters.
She remembers that she led people sometimes, and lots of them died-she can seehearfeeltouch them now-sort of-except not, and it’s funny how people don’t hold grudges over things like dying, because she remembers-she thinks-that that was a big thing back then.
But all she can figure out is that the only thing that mattered-really, truly, mattered-What is real? What is true?-was that she was moving.
Except she’s not sure if she was moving towards or away from something.
That bothers her.
As much as anything bothers her.
Because she’s dead now. And it’s all sort of irrelevant.
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Everything’s funny when you’re dead. You get a great perspective on life. Not that it does you much good anymore, but you get it anyway.
She thinks maybe that if she told this to Neo he’d either say something profound or stupid and it bothers her-as much as she can be bothered anymore, anyway-that she can’t figure out which one it would be. That’s the thing about getting perspective on life-you really only have your own to compare it to.
But when she remembers-and by remember she means-but she doesn’t mean, because there’s no one to communicate it to-well, there is, but it’s not the person she wants it to be, or the people-but it’s seeing it all at once and the whole picture more than remembering, because time’s one of those things that doesn’t matter anymore either-but when she remembers, she can’t quite figure out what she was fighting for.
She remembers-and by remember she means-no, don’t get into that again, it’s just a headache-not that she has a head-that it was important. And that Morpheus made it important, and she’d follow him until she died, because he made it-he made it all, everything, anything-real and that mattered. Matters.
She remembers that she led people sometimes, and lots of them died-she can seehearfeeltouch them now-sort of-except not, and it’s funny how people don’t hold grudges over things like dying, because she remembers-she thinks-that that was a big thing back then.
But all she can figure out is that the only thing that mattered-really, truly, mattered-What is real? What is true?-was that she was moving.
Except she’s not sure if she was moving towards or away from something.
That bothers her.
As much as anything bothers her.
Because she’s dead now. And it’s all sort of irrelevant.
Words: 310