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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2020-09-27 09:21 pm

I wonder if your soul is still dispossessed

This was a strange Rosh Hashanah and it feels like a stranger Yom Kippur. Last year it was the eve of my birthday, which I would spend at two different museums before meeting my family after sunset for break-fast. This year I lit the yahrzeit candle we bought six months ago when we were what we then called apocalypse-shopping: it burns for the dead whose names we remember, whose names we don't know. Year after year now, I return to the story of the prayer and the fire and the place in the forest, because all we can do these days is tell the story; it has to be enough. And if it isn't, we tell it anyway.
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This doesn't feel like a real year at all.

[personal profile] kathmandu 2020-09-28 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
This feels like the wrong timeline, or the part of the TV show before the main character wakes up and realizes it was all coma-dreams.

I'm not even having a birthday this year. As far as I'm concerned this is March Day 211.* I can have two next year, or whenever we finally get back to real time.

*My birthday is not in March.
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[personal profile] alexxkay 2020-09-28 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
all we can do these days is tell the story; it has to be enough. And if it isn't, we tell it anyway.

"It's a sad song (It's a sad song!) / It's a sad tale, it's a tragedy / It's a sad song (It's a sad song!) / We're gonna sing it anyway"
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[personal profile] alexxkay 2020-09-29 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't so much choose it, as hear it in response to your words.

Stories always change. They do rhyme, though.
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[personal profile] asakiyume 2020-09-28 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
And if it isn't, we tell it anyway --Yes.