Not yet remembered

Then let it be like that, reduced to this: in the dark corner of some forgotten jacket, crumpled like a dead spider with its legs willy-nilly I will pull it out and hardly recognize it for what it was or remember why I even had it, this balled-up paper mask, disposable.



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  1. Distant future or another dimension.

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  2. There everywhere, there everywhere!
    (Hysterical cartoon voice).

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  3. Filters for our Vac arrived, ordered online, wrong size.
    It occurs to me that facemasks might fit in. Hooray, hepa filter vacuuming.

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  4. I went for a walk to let that image percolate…it reminds me of a highly magnified picture of a mite’s face.

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  5. I went for a walk to let that picture percolate. It reminds me of a highly magnified picture of a mite’s face.

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  6. An image of Trane with a facemask over the end of the sax has just erased the horror.

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  7. Yes, but what about the extra freezer full of meat?

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  8. I couldn’t help but hear some progression of notes behind this.

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  9. Yet I fear that rather than hardly recognizing it, it’ll bring back the memories afresh, like that time you accidentally ate a spider.

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