I. Rorrim

She did not remember how she came to be here. She knew she did not belong, that much she knew. She remembered waking up to see people hovering above her, they were suffused with light, that was the only concrete memory that explained how she came to be here, the wordless here as she liked to call this place. This place was strange, this certainty came from the memory of another place, the before place an older, different version of her calls it Earth.


Still the wordless here is home. She wished she could use words as proficiently as she was able to, back on Earth, where there were words and pencils and papers (which goes with coffees and cigarettes, the very correlation confuses her now), everything named in its proper place. This place defies the very word “proper” if the proper place is approximately translated here it would be called “the known place”.


How can one describe the indescribable? She could say, “well I start my day here like this…” but she cannot, because there are no concept of days or hours or time for that matter. There is sleep but it divides nothing, no boundaries to distinguish day or night. There is still the luminaries out there, as constant as their ebb and flow, but the inhabitants do not recognize the authority of the sun and the moon and their significance to life being lived or any present activities. Sleep was done when it was needed, no set schedule, no collective rule. Sometimes her activities are strenuous than previous ones already completed, and so she rests and sleeps accordingly after.


What are the activities here? She remembers the dogmatic practicality of thinking back on Earth, the priority of matters of importance. So she should describe first the most basic activity which is food procurement. The word food is not apt to describe the act of nourishment, there is no solid form to ingest, no act of chewing, biting, peeling, cutting, plates or forks and spoons. One simply must go to stations, hook one’s arm to a tube and nourishment flows to the blood stream. Complete in all the nutrients and vitamins needed to ensure good health. Water can be had anywhere it is flowing. Feeling like a tour-guide to an audience, she walked to the middle of the plaza where a kind sculpture made of stone cupping its hands where water flowed, she drank from its cupped hands even if she was not thirsty just to explain, you can drink anywhere there is water.


Secondly, she smiled to herself..secondly, old habits do not completely fade she mused. Here, there is no secondly because there is no firstly. Numbers do not exist here to count things, nothing is owned, nothing needs to be accounted for, there is no use for numbers. No land to measure, land is land, it is there, no need to measure or explain what it is for. The same goes for the form that carries her, this body. It is a vessel that contains her, it has no measurement or weight. Scientifically it does, what is called “mass”, but the significance of measuring and weighting no longer exists. She remembered she thought of the word secondly to relay the second “matter of importance” which is what is called back on Earth as “work”. The closest she could describe work here is the co-mingling of the words: duty, curiosity, fun, wholeness, happiness, fulfillment. If there is a word to merge all those said and the hidden implication of its inherent certainty to each of the inhabitants, as exact as DNA, each one knows what they are here for. Generally they all strive perfection, to evolve. Particularly they all search, whatever that entails. Hers, is connecting the mystery of her memories of Earth and of the wordless here.


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10/22/2023

Posted on 10/22/2023
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