“This space existed long before you were even born. It started as
the centre of someone's home, and after some time it wasn't. And then
it was again. And then it was home to small crawling creatures, who
were unaware that the low ceilings and nearby railway made it
practically uninhabitable. Then there were people who lived there
because their parents said it was uninhabitable, and then there were
people who thought that was charming, and then there was a man with
an accent who was only in the space for a day but whose sharp-bleach
smell kept everyone out for years.
This space was always a different space, but to you standing here
right now with blood on your hands this space has always been this
space. It has always had beige linoleum that wipes clean. It has
always had an island in the middle with a stainless steel hob. It has
always had cupboards whose contents you do not know. It has always
had a knife rack. It has always had a knife missing.
It has always had the dead man lying on the floor. He has always been
here. His blood has always been this glossy. His eyes have always
been this open. His mouth has always been this scared.
You have always held this knife. You have always felt the curved
shape of the handle in the palm of your hand. You have always been
aware of the slightly sticky, slightly wet sensation of blood that is
not yours between the handle and the palm of your hand.
Except now you are putting down the knife. And if you are putting it
down then always does not stretch so far in the future as you
thought, and if that is true then it stands to reason that is does
not stretch as far back in the past as you thought either. And now
you think about it, there was a time when you did not feel the curved
shape of the handle slipping and sticking in the blood in the palm of
your hand. There was a time when the dead man was not lying on the
floor. There was a time when his eyes were not this open and his
mouth was not this scared.
There was never a time when his blood was not this glossy.
There was a time when the dead man was standing up. There was a time
when the dead man was not here. There was a time when the dead man
was not dead.
There was a time when the dead man had a name.
Do you remember it?”
Fuck me, that's brilliant.
ReplyDeleteAw shucks. Thanks Eloise!
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