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LAND OF
OBLIVION
Artwork by Adela Serban
I was
wondering how would the land of oblivion look like and I was imagining an arid
land on which nothing grows because everything has forgotten to live. I would
have liked to know it though, but my steps never lead me close enough. However
in a night with blurred skies I escaped there, in my dream.
I was
walking among ropes of time tying up together mirrors of memories. The further I
was going the ropes were becoming thicker and more often, and the mirrors were
more and more dusty and blurred so that hard something
could still be seen in them. And I was thinking that
when nothing will be anymore seen in the mirrors and the ropes will be so many
and so thick that I will not be able to advance, there I must have reached the
land of oblivion. But I was walking since much time, since many nights, stars
and infinites and nothing seemed to change. I still could see through the ropes
of the time, I still could see images in the mirrors. I was not sure I wasn’t
going on the wrong way, therefore I stopped to look into one of them, hoping to
find an answer. But what I saw confused me even more : there were images of
things, faces, places known to me, dear to my heart, images that my soul had
kept alive. This could not be the land of oblivion then; I had surely mistaken
the path. I was wondering where I had been wrong when a thought came suddenly :
“What if… ?”
I woke
up the question on my lips but I did not say it out loud because I already knew
the answer. I did not precisely wished to meet the land of my oblivion and now I
understood I had reached another’s territory. That is, the land of oblivion of
those who had chosen to forget what I wanted to keep, the land of those who
wanted to forget me.
I
have not travelled there anymore, since that night. There was nothing else to be
discovered. I had already found out that at their foggy boundary the land of
oblivion is sometimes the same thing as the land of memories.
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