Alone

For a whole night he drifted, from ocean to ocean, till he finally found himself
on the shores of a small island, a deserted island, where he spent the rest of
his life - his personal eternity. Alone. First, he forgot about comfort.
The complete loneliness bereaves man from such feelings. Then, he forgot about flavors,
the flavor of spice, the flavor of his favorite dish and the flavor of his favorite drink.
Slowly, the faces and the names belonging to them got effaced, his distant acquaintances,
the close ones, his friends and even his own face. Like long time buried friends who
stopped changing, who got exchanged with a pile of ground and the memories left behind.
Later, he forgot to write, read and talk. The forgotten words, this strange morphology,
all started by talking to animals, plants and surrounding nature. First, he talked only
to himself. Then animals and plants were his companions. Then the objects came and the
concepts, but these one-sided conversations made him forgot about metaphors and the
complexities of language. Slowly, he was barely able to speak, but burbling and mumbling
unrecognizable words. He forgot about dreaming and as time passed, the most basic human
feelings died out of him. He forgot the knowledge that stick on him and the most wonderful
relics of his life. He forgot who he really was. First, he couldn’t escape of his thoughts.
For long years, he tried to stop the stream of his consciousness - the racking tool of
loneliness. Some say thinking, without the knowledge of language, without the knowledge
of words, is impossible. Now, he knew that’s not true. The slow process of oblivion,
the slow flow of time, and everything that embraced him in this lonesome place, all
obliged him to think. Then finally, the thoughts did not come as words and complex sentences,
but ridiculous forms and grotesque visions. The bare horizon of the endless, the ocean
remained unchanged. Only the colors were changing, as a result of the delusive game,
based on the laws of nature. Only in his last years, he came to experience the leisure
of non-thinking, when he forgot about civilization and humanity, the humanity that forgot
about him. He forgot to think, and finally, he forgot to forget.

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