Phatic

I'm about to have a shower. Must be quick.

Just come back from FantasyCon. Had a great time. Now much catching up to do.

I was deleting sent messages from my phone's memory just now. Some of them reminded me of moments of my life I had forgotten. It's possible (quite possible) that this will be the last time in my entire life I remember those particular moments, prompted by reading old messages I have sent. Life is largely (not entirely) made up of such moments. They disappear as easily as I delete these messages. Or more easily, since I feel a twinge each time I delete such a message, even if it's just something like, "Okay, will be there."

It occurred to me to preserve some of the sent messages here, for… well, not eternity of course. In a way, I don't know if that's better or worse than deleting them. I'll try it, anyway, and I suppose I will know in time whether I feel it is better or worse. The very first sent message in my phone's memory (the oldest, that is) is:

I would

The next is (I'll blank out names):

Sorry. I an not good at teacup messages. — is not back tonight. — said i slovenia stay here so we should talk about the keys.

Next:

Sorry about my texts. Could you plod plod phone me? Thanks.

Next:

Clock without hands.

Next:

Thank you'd .

Next:

Any word on — and the room situation?

Next:

Sorry for delay. Will be in touch. Q.

Next:

Looks like i can't make tonight after all. I'll send an e-mail. Q.

Next:

Nangiyala.

Next:

Good.

Next:

YES

Next:

The money came through.

Next:

Thanks.

Next:

Did you need your keys? Hope your day went well-being .

Next:

Okay. Applied for flat today's . Keep your fingers crossed for of.

Next:

Thanks. ..-!

Next:

Will be out tonight viewing flat and meeting other landlord, hope i get back while you're still up.

Next:

Not here.

Next:

I'm trapped in a turkish restaurant. Will try to get back soon,

Next one is too private.

Next after that:

Okay. Say hello to — from me, and enjoy your tea.

Next:

I have taken occupation of the flat. The keys are mine. Now for lunch if i can find a caff.

Next:

Hopefully will be there this evening, yes.

Next:

Thanks for the message. I'm okay. Have a good sleep.

Next:

Your phone is charged. Hooray!

Next:

Keep feeling fascination. Bum.

Next:

Wong kar waistcoat.

Next:

They jump into nangilima.

All the rest are too private with the exception of one or two, so I'll stop there and have my shower and stop messing about like this and pull my socks up and get on with my work.

5 Replies to “Phatic”

  1. Wouldn’t it be good if our memories could as easily be erased? Ruined marriage? Just wipe it from your mind. Your manuscript returned with a “don’t call us, we’ll call you” letter? Quick blip and the memory’s gone for good.What an evolutionary improvement! But , until the transition, until we can ‘delete that run away lover, we are all condemned to creep round like birds with broken wings. 😆

  2. Originally posted by I_ArtMan:i like trapped in a turkish restaurant. but what is ‘nangilima.’It comes from the work of Astrid Lindgren:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Brothers_Lionheart#PlacesThere are worse places to be trapped than Turkish restaurants, of course, but it was an odd evening.Originally posted by peedeel:Wouldn’t it be good if our memories could as easily be erased? Sometimes I do get the distinct and seductive feeling that non-existence is holy. Existence seems rather a grubby thing in comparison. There are problems with feeling this way, though.

Leave a Reply