June 19, 2003

Delicate Ironies

I want to write a book, direct a film or do something that'll show you, tell you and make you feel about the ironies and preciousness of life. Think, for one moment, if this happened:

An accident occurs. You get amnesia. In the following week, you have the most exciting time of your life. You fall in love, conquer your fears, take over the world in every metaphorical sense possible. And then, somehow, at the end of the week you get your memory back. But don't remember anything that happened the week before. Your monotonous life continues, yet you don't feel regret at all.

There is no happy ending. The girl you fell in love with does not find you out. Somebody recognizes you in the street one day, and you think they're crazy and just walk on by. You are still you, but you're not all that you really are. The potential and charisma that you had that week is now forever tucked away with lady luck in your fifth grade trapper keeper.

For all you know, that has happened to you. And you just don't remember. You just don't.

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better yet make an rpg game to make us experience the ironies and preciousness of life. call it "dequinix's adventure"

Interesting! I have more than once had fantasies about "suffering" from amnesia. But only in bad times. It's the perfect way of escaping your known life and a chance to start over and do things differently [although you can't be sure you would do that, maybe you will be just the same while having amnesia]. Seems bit bitter to me that after one week of new and wonderful experiences you can't remember them. But i guess that's life...
Bonnie

After having read you, I realized your entry reminds me a of short story by Haruki Murakami called "100% Girl". You can find it in his anthology of short stories called "The Elephant Vanishes." Though its not exactly what you've written, it also deals with the fictional issue of a wonderful past forgotten later on.
Hope you enjoy.

It shouldn't be all that surprising: that's one Rahat's favorite short stories (I can only assume so; he has the story in the addendum section).

yeah rahat...real original there...

i couldn't help but have the words "D.H. Lawrence's piggy bank" flash through my head when reading the trapper keeper part....

Wow, I randomly decide to check out your blog again, and always you have such impressive writing. Maybe it's not quite along the same lines, but Marianne and I once talked about how we sometimes secretly admired certain people and they had no idea of such. I suggested that maybe there were people that felt the same way about us, but if they were like us, we would never know.