brother sister story
once upon a time in a far off place there was a brother and a sister that lived in the same house, did all the same things, wore all the same clothes and ate all the same food but did not know the other existed. The children had a rare disease of ontological short-sightedness. like spiritually inverse blindness, only that which was most foreign could be seen with true clarity. the other of each other was so close as to be skewed and diminished into oblivion. differences in behavior or mood were like an eruption of shadows from an unknown source.
These random eruptions frightened the little girl who was ever so slightly more prone to a nervous disquiet than her brother. Eventually her apprehension, so sure there was something important she could not see, gave way to changes in her general behavior. This only intensified the situation. the walls swayed, the faucets leaked, doors swung open and shut and delicate objects leapt from position to shatter into some strange dust and smoke.
At the epoch of her distress, on a night when sleep had grip of one bed but not the other, the little girl held her breath until there was no breath, no body, no fret any longer. She died first pink then white.
Her brother awoke that morning suddenly aware of his handicap. he searched his person, his room, then the house for the source of some vague misunderstanding of light that took certain things, but not others. he had no knowledge that he had had a sister, but knew well he could not see what was most important, what stood closest to his heart or what wanted remembering. he decided that day if he could not see it, he would listen for it, very carefully, in everything.
this is what he found....
These random eruptions frightened the little girl who was ever so slightly more prone to a nervous disquiet than her brother. Eventually her apprehension, so sure there was something important she could not see, gave way to changes in her general behavior. This only intensified the situation. the walls swayed, the faucets leaked, doors swung open and shut and delicate objects leapt from position to shatter into some strange dust and smoke.
At the epoch of her distress, on a night when sleep had grip of one bed but not the other, the little girl held her breath until there was no breath, no body, no fret any longer. She died first pink then white.
Her brother awoke that morning suddenly aware of his handicap. he searched his person, his room, then the house for the source of some vague misunderstanding of light that took certain things, but not others. he had no knowledge that he had had a sister, but knew well he could not see what was most important, what stood closest to his heart or what wanted remembering. he decided that day if he could not see it, he would listen for it, very carefully, in everything.
this is what he found....