I Am

This is a piece that floated up to my brain a little while back. It's really experimental, so I'm not sure about it. It's all about being remembered and remembering others.

There are two types of moments in this world. The kind that you remember, and the kind that you forget. Now, you can sub categorize these areas all you like. You can say there are the good moments, the bad moments, the odd moments, the moments that really don’t mean anything, and the moments that you try to forget. But when it comes down to it, there are still only two types of moments.
The kind you remember.
The kind you forget.
And with these moments there are three ways to live.
With the kind you remember.
Without the kind you forget.
And someplace in between.
You might think that these all lead to the same solution. Of course you have what you remember, and everyone forgets. Don’t we already live in between? But consider, every moment of everyday has an influence on us. Our minds, our souls and especially our bodies are subjective to the time that we pass in existence.
The average person lives somewhere between the good and bad experiences, disregarding the parts they don’t remember, and always looking to the future.
But, what if there were someone who’s life existed solely in moments. Other people’s moments, other people’s memories. Slipping in and out of the conscious mind. What if that person were you? Your future, depending on someone else’s past. Who would you be, to be created tomorrow. What would you say to go into the next day? What would you do…to stay remembered?



Steven was no one. He wasn’t not, and he wasn’t someone. He wasn’t that guy over there or Joe somebody, or even John Doe. In point of fact, Steven was indeed no one. That is, Steven was no one, until he met Tillie. Then he became a someone. In point of fact, Steven became someone. Steven became Steven.
Tillie, is a nine year old girl with long blonde hair and great big blue eyes. Her favorite outfit is a pink sweater with a large sparkly kitty and butterfly print pants from one of those sweater set outfits parents make their children wear. It was perfect to wear on a crisp, clear blue sky day.
We do not know what Steven’s favorite outfit was, because until that time, Steven simply did not exist. As we all know, finding a favorite outfit takes time. You cannot expect a person to exist at one moment and decide their favorite outfit in the next. That would be unreasonable.
Tillie met Steven at precisely 11:02 am on a Saturday afternoon in September at a park in Seattle. Near the swing set, across from the teeter totters and catty corner to the merry-go-round. This was of course no where near the jungle gym. Tillie does not like the jungle gym. She swallowed her gum there after stubbing her toe. Tillie would never have met Stephen by the jungle gym; she simply would not have allowed it.
At 11:01 Tillie decided that she wanted to meet a new friend. She wanted his name to be Steven. So right that next moment, at 11:02 am precisely, she did. Tillie and Steven shook hand. “I’m Tillie,” she said.
“I’m Steven,” said Steven.
“It’s very nice to meet you,” said Tillie.
“Likewise,” said Steven.
By the time this conversation had passed, it was 11:03 am. At 11:03 am, Steven realized he had entered the world. That’s where all the trouble began.