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Memory Soup
I stand at entrance of a large open park. Tall trees and a beautiful sky surround outdoor stone tables set up for dining. I sit down alone with 6 or 8 Asian students. I don’t know their names, I remember nothing. Large bowls of soup with lids are waiting. With chopstick in hand I lift the lid full of very hot soup with live flies swimming and buzzing in the steamy broth trying to escape. I grabbed one with my sticks and quickly cover the soup and eat it, it taste like a plump grain, smooth moist. As soon as I eat a memory returns I know who the students are. I lift the lid hot in my fingers to grab another fly and a couple escape… a memory disappears. Every fly I eat returns a memory, every fly that escapes removes a memory. I continue to eat and my mind is filled with visual memories and it’s narration, but as the flies escape the images and words fade. It’s a losing proposition, the flies escape faster than I can eat them.
I leave the park more lost than when I entered…