Tuesday, April 10, 2007

The Boy Who Giggled so Sweet, by Emiliana Torrini

I do not want to remember. Their births, the dates, their faces. I do not want to remember. I refuse, I resist, I renounce to remember the imminent motionlessness that befell upon them. Time has not uprooted their deaths, the dates, their faces. I do not want to remember—again.