Significance
Twisted Tales from the Lunatic on the Bench - issue seven
Is it human nature to crave significance? To feel wanted in some way, to feel… relevant to life? Imagine if you were to die tomorrow. I mean aside from the customary ritualistic tears and free buffet, what difference have you really made? Clocks still turn, the oceans still rush to shore, and people will go about their daily lives as they did before. Even your family and friends, they will laugh and enjoy life, almost as though you never existed in the first place. Not even an afterthought. But don’t worry, you are not going to die tomorrow. You shall die today. But safe in the knowledge that I see you and I honour you. And whenever I look upon your balloon, the one that contains your last living breath I shall say your name, and you shall know that you are indeed significant.
Oh, it’s you. Another memory come through again I think. Wish I could remember the blasted thing. Feel free to listen to my other past memories and piece together who I was before coming to this place. But for now, back the Timorian Remedy for the latest misdeeds and machinations here in Timor.
Interesting, remember the man who disappeared in Malikim street? If you missed it, the full account was mentioned here a couple of weeks ago. Anyway, It appears his daughter Mary is convinced that the bat crazy woman that lives in the doll house has something to do with it. Personally I’d stay away from that place. It’s true that sitting here day after day living al fresco among the elements I’d do almost anything for a hot meal and a warm bed for the night. But to quote a famous philosopher … I won’t do that.
What else? Oh, a ghost of sorts. There’s a young girl starting to pop up in school photographs that doesn’t belong. Occasionally she wanders the corridors, freaks out the other children then just disappears. She’s also started terrorising a married couple, claiming to be their daughter. She turns up at tea time, joins them at the table and demands to be fed. I wonder if that would work for me.
Oh and the big story in the Remedy is still that missing book. Apparently it popped up in the local school library. Two sisters claim to have seen it, then watched it just vanish into thin air. Made up of course. I wonder if they use that same excuse for not having completed their homework.
“I tried to do it miss, but the textbook… it just vanished.”
Well, that’s about it for this week. Please feel free to leave a comment or a message. If it’s interesting enough and doesn’t interfere too much with my day, I may respond.