Being a child is like nothing. It’s only being. Later, when we think about it, we make it into youth.

                                                                                                      China Miéville

if you arent reading what hes writing shame on you

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

                       King James 1 Corinthians 13:11 OH FUCK NO if youre reading the Bible put it down and read Mieville

as a child he disagreed  had Mievile been writing he would have disagreed with him too determinedly he disagreed with Corinthians Paul was writing the city of Corinth was Saint Paul a pamphleteer

he had a place in his heart for pamphleteers  he thought the 85 published in New Yorks newspapers by Saints John Jay James Madison and James Alexanders were wonderful if youre reading The Federalists Papers finish them  then read Mieville

OH FUCK NO
               as a child he disagreed for he knew that childish things ought to be the arbiter

he thought the trouble in the real world was that difference in those men 

this century the trouble was escalating because the men who truly put away childish things and were bereft because they were joyless became cocksuckers sociopaths psychopaths who played power games and the men who didnt bought computers to power their fantasy games on huge plasma screens

he believed the penultimate idea was to have feet in both arenas and retain ones youth  black holes of detachment and possession yawned to either side of the shared spectrum which would exert their particular gravity or temptation  sickly event horizons shimmer

an alert manchild remembers and tries hard not to forget their youth and should be able to navigate the roiling midstream

he is equally wet as he is dry

what is wet and dry is their connotation

he leaned towards childhood
                               probably because his memory was long and vivid and his mother his mother a historian of sorts  was the best person to either deny or confirm his quandary 

when last he asked her if he was remembering or fantasising she cut him to the quick  

                                                                                          I’m old now. I can’t remember as well. You’re closer to it. If you remember it as a memory, given your spooky, as your father says, given your spooky memory, I’d agree with you before I’d trust my own.

Aw cut it ou . .
. . You cut it out! Do you remember me ever correcting you, saying, No, that’s not a memory?

I cant say that I do but I still call you and Dad to tell me

Stop then. What you've remembered as memory has been; why you remember them is beyond your father and I.

But, please, my memory’s shot. I’m lucky if I can remember what I had for lunch an hour ago.

Joe; my son, as your father would say, you’re on your own.     

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