Archive for February, 2008

Following

Monday, February 25th, 2008

I met my brother at Gloucester Road. Stone dinosaurs peered out as I ascended into a world he knew the map of, and which, years later, is still unknown to me. He knew the way; in awe I followed.

Ever since we played and fought together in our shared room, he has always been further into the world than me, reaching back to show me his way. And now that I have caught up and there is nothing left to teach, it is I who, jealously static, peers out of the dark at those bright beings moving through the world.

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Flame

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

We were at the temple and the flame was brought round. My parents had told me it was god. I was supposed to touch it then raise my fingers to my forehead. I held my hands there deeper and longer there than was sensible and brought them away streaked with sooty shadows.

It didn’t hurt, but it shocked my mother. Perhaps I did it because I was bored by that place and the rituals that barely meant anything to me. I can’t recall. But if I did believe it was god, how could I choose other than to burn myself?

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