Those moments when everything is going so well it feels like trying to describe or capture them may only ruin them, there's something so wonderful about them. The only way to keep them is to remember them as well as one can. Anything else...It feels like it's doing them a disservice.
So it was for a time where I was living. It was as nice as could be.
Wasn't it?
There was an old plaque tucked away, overgrown and poorly kept, said to be placed in commemoration of the founding of the town shortly after its incorporation. Nearly forgotten, clearly neglected and ignored, most would assume it would say what any old plaque would. Something with the date, maybe some mention of the founders and if they were feeling very proud some light history of the founding.
This was no such plaque. Instead it bore a short, unfriendly sounding message, "Don't Get Comfortable".
Why not? It's such a nice place...The plaque was left by whoever founded the place, wasn't it?
I'm not sure who decided to clean off the old plaque and read it, but the message quickly spread and gradually the place began to feel different. It seemed less nice, things started to go awry.
Was it really all the message's influence? This wasn't an isolated village unused to different ideas and changing times. Why would some old message stir things up?
Had it...Or was this how it was all along? It was a nice place, I could swear, but the plaque was left there neglected...How nice can a place be that forgets itself? Now I look about and notice, it was not all that was neglected...Have we really been living like this? Amidst crumbling roads and bracing ourselves between waves of sickness?
It was then that it hit me, who left the message and why it had been neglected.
And why now I record this message for you: our memory cannot be trusted. They would have us remember rather than read and write, listen and repeat rather than think, they who founded and run this place to ruins, their people to misery.
I should learn to sew. It's the best of both worlds, creative and practical, and some of my pants could use some mending...