“…To confess, Yes, I remember. Perhaps to even have a voice, to murmur, Yes, I remember. What an addition to company that would be!”
-Samuel Beckett, Company
the memory and the voice, to have said it even before. stop at this. leave it at that. unending, the perambulations, the native knowing, in the dark. glistening, out of sweat, out of our minds. not ours, one. i lost you so long ago that even the echo was deceptive, welcomed, a break in a certain monotony of despair. even that has it’s limits. stop, it can only go so far before you are back nipping at your own heels again.