To be or not to be? The statement drags me down a corridor of memories, a long library, beautiful books, yellow dusty ones illustrated with wonders I fail to recall now. In a corner, a huge beautiful green trunk, someone sits in the dark flipping and flipping, finding and losing, searching and searching.
A test -one of many, many among one. You must me in another space learning all the chemical equations, calculating the sums. You escape as always to find hope- to hang on to a strand of faith. It won’t be the same day. You only pray to a picture and cry silently. You sleep after a little stupid indulgence-very stupid.
Do what I tell you. It will cost you your marks. Prepare for the test and bring me the report. What do I make out of half finished sentences, acronyms that I have never heard, a somebody’s face I don’t have a picture. Lie to myself, teach myself half ricks and play the game.
It’s a game you play to lose. If only you played to win….
