9.11.17





How many of your memories are implanted? How many of your memories of the world beyond the border are verifiable?

                                                                      Annihilation  Jeff Vandermeer


it is enlightening to read a fictionscifi that suddenlyunexpectedly calls into question your experiences memories  your childhood  remembrances youve held onto fast an furiously  then wondering confused if you truly remembered them
or they were fed to you unknowingly  because you were a child and your parents could  couldnt they  

he had children  unfortunately when his wife died she took the other half of the brain trust with her  when they asked him about things they remembered their childhoods perceptions  he answered only what he remembered and said honestly that he didnt when he didnt  imagine the corruption he held  he told them what they thought they knew theyd have to knowaccept(whatever knowing meant) what they remembered   We would look at things differentlywouldnt we he said You as a child what you were capable of understanding(both his girls excelled  they were old souls  they had to bethey were to be stuck with him) and me as an adult father husband   he was a bit bothered now that he saw himself as a father before a husband twisting in the chicken – egg egg – chicken conundrum  though if he was to be very honest with himself his wife saw herself as a mother before being a wife  their children were their priority  superseding all else  superseding even their relationship

he couldnt say if that was a good or a bad thing

but what he could say was that they never fed their children garbagethey never manipulated them  they tried their best to make them aware that others might and that they should be sceptical  should always question authority

he was convinced they understood when they began questioning their authority
Good
Not so good 



years after his wife died he met a truly beautiful woman 

beautiful inside and out

she was younger than hehis daughters said they expected as much But not that young

But thats not your purview is it

Youre our father                                   

Im a man first  I have my autonomy an I have no intention of answering to either of you regarding my personal life
It seems to me if I had enough on the ball to marry your mother have you raised you  my track record speaks for itself
I do not interject myself into your relationshipsyour lives because  plainly speaking  your mother and I helped inform the relationships you would make with others                                                                      
We taught you how to love      


You did but you cant expect us(they spoke through his raised hand) not to speak our mindshave our opinions

By all means have them  But keep them between yourselves


he didnt meet her mother for more than two years because her mother didnt want to meet him(perhaps something she might share with his daughters) 

she related her mother said she was confident he was using her

maybe  because she was using her daughter
                                 he didnt graspnever did the concept of using another human being
he believed in mutuality( myo͞oCHəˈwalə )(when you look at its pronunciation its disconcerting  mooch   seemed unkindunjust to the honesty and trust he had instilled imbued and required in his relationships)

he held up and maintained a high bar
                              and the longer they dated the more he realeyesed the mindfuck her mother had and was perpetrating against her


when he could no longer hold his tongue he told her that as a parenthaving raised two daughters it never occurred to him to abuse themdeny them as her mother was doing against her   She has no claim to be called mother  She birthed you  That doesnt make a mother

But shes my mother . .
. . Until you put it down




he hadnt said it yet   
                 Why dont you forge a suicide pact with her and let her go first

not yet




1501,  Friday,  3  11. 17
1224,  Sunday,  5  11. 17

Here great magicians, caught in their own spell, long for a natural climate as they sigh, “Beware of Magic” to the passer-by  The Tower  W. H. Auden