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Memory Soup
I stand at the entrance of a large open park. Tall trees and a beautiful sky surround outdoor stone tables set up for dining. I sit down alone with a gathering of Asian students. I am lost and remember nothing. Large bowls of hot covered soup are waiting. Chopsticks in hand I lift the lid of a soup full of live flies swimming and buzzing in a steamy broth trying to escape. I grabbed one with my sticks and quickly cover the soup and eat. It taste like a plump smooth grain. Instantly a memory returns and I am comforted. I lift the lid again burning my fingers to grab another fly, but too many air born break away… memories disappear. Every fly I eat returns a memory, every fly that escapes removes a memory.
I continue to eat and my mind's eye is briefly filled with
visuals and narration, but as the flies flee these bygones and
their importance fade.
It’s a losing proposition, the flies skiddoo faster than I can eat them.
I leave the park more lost than when I entered…