An essay on incoherence

An essay on incoherence

How easy it is to forget.
No, it is not easy to forget.
But what gets at you is how difficult it is to find meaning.
All those memories of childhood are still there, even after the purging.
But what eats you is how childhood seems to be a stupid thing to remember.
Childhood void of sentimentalism is just another phase.
How empty it seems when you get to the next phase.
Or how unrelated childhood seems to be to memories of puberty.
They don’t connect.
Or connections are trivial.
There are two principal ways of getting to the wooden schoolhouse. You walk the gravel road inside the campus and veer North along the grass lined path on the creek’s border. Or you walk the gravel road outside the campus until you reach the same school ground. Either way, you walk. You don’t ride a bike. You don’t have money to pay for a ride in a trike. I don’t know, I guess, I never asked money from my mother or father. They had nothing to give.