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….
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Zadexpress // June 7, 2009 at 7:23 am |
I remember the sound of the rain on the tin roof of the library, it was such a pleasant noise in that long room..the fun of running to the library when it rained…. the posters of sayings and Sydney, Brisbane on the walls of the room..and I was reminded of the time I spent in the library reading one very interesting book on science which had a little bit of biology, physics, chemistry everything and had sleek pages which had me hooked to it …I still remember the ’smart’ feeling and the motivation to ’study’ that book gave me..