Tuesday, April 9, 2013

The Defect Of Memory

You returned to the flat in spring, when the pussy willows began to poke their furry heads through the gloom of winter. And at first, it was as if nothing had changed. As if from the moment you stepped out your door, the clock stopped inside room 221 and only restarted when you stepped over the unspoken threshold. But then you begin to notice things, small things at first. Like how the record player crackles and slips past measures of Scheherazade or how the roof of the bathroom leaks when it rains too hard. The neighbors don’t say hi as often as before and Mr. H, the baker downstairs, died last year and there is no longer the smell of yeasty bread every Sunday morning. It’s not too hard to shrug it off and keep moving.

So you tell yourself that it doesn’t matter that the light doesn’t fall through the curtains in the same way as it did before and that it is okay for the church bells to be tuned slightly sharp. Everything is just fine until the sound of shattering porcelain wakes you up once again. It’s the tenth mug you’ve broken in two weeks and you begin to see a pattern emerging. There is tea mixed with blood on the floor as you pick up the broken pieces with trembling fingers and wonder if it will ever be the same again.


23 comments:

  1. Just the thought of missing a scent makes me lonely. Your words are lovely, and so are the photos.

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    1. I think scents evoke more emotion in me than anything else. I am glad you like the photos and the little story.

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  2. Amazing photographs, so emotive and beautifully edited :)

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  3. ugh such a simple emotion you've conveyed so transparently. I also love that last photo

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    1. I am glad you like it and I am glad I was able to convey those feelings.

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  4. I hate it when things change and at the same time I realize that nothing lasts forever. It's a terrible thing to know.


    /Avy

    http://mymotherfuckedmickjagger.blogspot.com


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    1. I agree. It is awful and I sometimes it is just too much to handle.

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  5. I love the message behind this one. How often have we all tried to fool ourselves that things haven't changed? Inevitable as it is though.
    I just love this post, I really do.

    All my love,
    Fliss.

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    1. Thanks Fliss <3 I am glad you understand that sentiment. I do it to myself way too often, and I get so sad and angry when things aren't the same.

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  6. Love that first picture, with the light on one half but the shadows and empty tree branches on the other! And I really could do with some tea and cake right now...

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  7. Your photography is stunning! I love the last picture, that place looks amazing! Your words are beautiful too!

    E x

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  8. Your "fragments" and conjunctions and whatever else you were using to describing your language will never bother me. It makes me pay attention. And you know this. :) I wish I could know you in real life, to see both sides of you.

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  9. lovely photos! especially the last one, and that cake looks delicious too. and i love the tarot cards on the bed too. :)

    little henry lee

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  10. That was beautiful! Both the pictures you took and the words you wrote.

    Also, thanks for letting me know about the giveaway! I'm so excited I won:) Will get back to you with my choice of prints tomorrow.

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