Monday, June 27, 2011

The only living boy in Rio Cuarto. June 27, 2011.

umm...HELLOOO?
      can anyone hear me? i... i could have sworn i had a family, up in a foreign, magical land where everyone has their own computers! and not only that, they use them for hours every day! and not only that, but they dont have to spend hours doing their laundry, because a machine does it! and they dont have to walk across town to get to work and stuff, cause they have cars! that means they probably have so much free time! but wait... if thats true, if these advanced human beings have tons of free time, and their own computers.....why arent they talking to me? could it be that they arent real? that ive been here so long that ive created this idealic memory of a futuristic land, and people who miss me? 

          Now i find myself filled with confusion, because here i had all this things i wanted to say... and i just cant remember them. I remember that we had another baptism this week, but the details are all of a sudden becoming so foggy... The words keep repeating in my head "7 days!" "youve been waiting for this chance to hear from everyone for 7 days" and as they start to roll together into one constant thought, they change, into something that sounds more like " you made them up, up.....up"

        And in this state of consternation, i find myself drifting. Did i really once get a bike for christmas? can i ride a bike? is my brother randy still playing 3 card monty down at the docks with his hoodlum friends? these are questions that have no answers as of yet, because frankly...i dont remember.

                                                                                               Elder Bridge

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