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A Memory for the North Star


Open with a dark stage, shard of light creeping into the corner of the room. All’s silent-still, like a lake in the dead of night.

But a face soon penetrates the silence, wondering haplessly in and out of the shadows cast by the trees that greave for the lost day.

She becomes everything in the room, the beginning, the middle and the fading distance. After her first smooth steps the room opens into an infinite abyss and the darkness becomes everything and everywhere – except one shard of moonlight floating in and out of sight as the moon seems to follow her.

After several consistent minutes of wondering through dark spaces without any apparent course she slows. Takes a right. Slows. Takes a left. And stops. Ahead of her is a man, head bowed like a gargoyle on a cathedral wall, feet shuffling irritatingly. Suddenly he rouses to her presences turns his head and a whispering smile passes across his face, and then her’s.

He makes the first slow awkward steps towards her. They quicken as they draw closer and then instantly they embrace. The darkness is once again absolute, bar the shards of scattered light cast away by the moon.


Behind this happy scene is a lake. A husband. A wife. A memory of what once came to pass but can never be spoken of, never be uttered again, lest the world would collapse. The memory is a simple and blinding truth which if passed on would envelope the world and the galaxy and the universe and the… or so it would seem at the time. The two lovers, standing silently beneath the winking watching stars, believe themselves to have a secret so deep and intertwining that there would be utter uproar if it was revealed. But for a brief and all encompassing second the two of them realise that it does not matter. Nothing matters. Time will simply pass over them like a rock in a stream. Colourless. Empty. Emotion.

The stars become a complete constant to the man. He sees them now as he has never done before: eternal. They have sat there like empty vessels for millennia. Most of them have died, but the news of their painful and drawn our death has not yet reached our tiny speck.

All aboard this train of thought into the deepest reaches of nothingness.

They have become black holes in the great scheme of things, just emptiness incarnate. And this train of thought continues to its next pointless stop. The world is just a rock, composite of air, stone and water. We are tiny imperfections on the great mass of existence; we have no purpose and can make no change except in our own small and indescribably way. And in the same instant the train crashes. All exit to the door located to your left; we appear to have a minor technical difficulty with gravity.

Here. This is the very second that he feels it. Loneliness. He feels it like a cold naked chill straight through his very bones. The stars above him make him seem so small that he cannot help it, cannot resist. He holds her close, consumes her warmth and this fix is enough to take him through until the next time he feels the urge to take his eyes on a trip into the unknown.


But to her, the rocks, water and air seem so very different. They are still constant, but this comforts her. She fly’s high above the darkness, the loneliness, and she is part of the stars. She doesn’t need to know which ones are dead because she is there, amongst them, part of the encapsulating darkness. Her mind floats far above the man and she looks on what she has done and realises that it will not affect the world. And she smiles, the warm flowery smile that makes you think of a chilly autumn dusk where the sky is on fire with reds and oranges and yellows.

Then he pulls her closer and she passes him her warmth, giving her a feeling of belonging and indescribably comfortable pleasure like nothing she has felt before. But, she thinks, it always seems like this when you’re locked in the moment, when you’re overcome by a cacophony of vivid emotions. But she soon relaxes into the pleasure of the moment and lets the cool air seep into her lungs, calming her worries, until the next time she feels truly comfortable.

So they stand, hand in hand. Their lips slightly pursed, reacting to natures floating verse. A pair of lovers, happy with one and other. Stuck in a moment for eternity, forever kept in what they see.

We shall leave them now and let the darkness fade. My dear, I tell you that what has happened today will happen for all eternity, until the light comes again and all sane thoughts are retained we will see lovers cross their lips and listen, as the shards of light silently, sweetly slip into the lull of the morning’s memory when passion is dulled, and all is forgotten.

For, my love, my one, who will entrust with this song, of a message, of a time never gone, they are the future the past and the present, but we are the omnipotent everlasting memory, of how the world should be, if remembered at all.

We will see this moment all through our life. Through it all we shall remember that even in strife, the stars will be there, forever somewhere, until the world again goes dark, or, my sweet lovely, holder of my heart, till death - do us part.


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Remember my friend, despite all you are, all we are, the universe will tick on, long past our departure.


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