Saturday, 15 June 2019

'Memoir' by Neil Clark

A message comes up on my screen. Tells me by clicking ‘OK’, I agree to age at a rate of one year per second.

I click ‘OK’. Whatever happens will give me something to write about.

I was eight years old when the message came up. Now I’m fifteen, seventeen… nineteen.

I wanted to write about sharks, then space, then excess, young love… fading youth.

I’m forty-six now. 48. 49.

I take a few moments, to reminisce about my joints not creaking so much.

I just turned eighty. These words are all I have to offer.

2 comments:

  1. You summed up a lifetime in what took 25 seconds to read. Interesting. The good news is that I've heard old age doesn't last long.

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  2. I feel this, time is fleeting and I give it freely to technology.

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