It’s only that I notice that I’ve forgotten them when they’re suddenly remembered. They have to reassert themselves, one by one, called back by some unseen or unknown stimulus. Thankfully, they are staggered and don’t return all at once. Sometimes I wonder if they actually die, or rather just lose feeling. Whichever, I can tell that they are disappearing from view.
They do still, however, reassert themselves at the most unexpected times. The times I feel like they should, when it would be appropriate, they don’t. And then, at a time when nothing has anything to do with them, they appear and near-incapacitate. A shock to a long-dead nerve. A movement in a paralyzed limb.
I’m forgetting or have forgotten already the finer details: lines and curves, form and function. Perfection and imperfections. Relative, of course.
I sometimes sit alone and wonder if there will arrive a day when I’m unable to feel anything at all.
Anæsthesis
It’s only that I notice that I’ve forgotten them when they’re suddenly remembered. They have to reassert themselves, one by one, called back by some unseen or unknown stimulus. Thankfully, they are staggered and don’t return all at once. Sometimes I wonder if they actually die, or rather just lose feeling. Whichever, I can tell that they are disappearing from view.
They do still, however, reassert themselves at the most unexpected times. The times I feel like they should, when it would be appropriate, they don’t. And then, at a time when nothing has anything to do with them, they appear and near-incapacitate. A shock to a long-dead nerve. A movement in a paralyzed limb.
I’m forgetting or have forgotten already the finer details: lines and curves, form and function. Perfection and imperfections. Relative, of course.
I sometimes sit alone and wonder if there will arrive a day when I’m unable to feel anything at all.