One week ago, I threw away her toothbrush.
It was not something I had planned to do. I just woke up, still groggy because of a busy night (Performance at a gothic cofeehouse).
I found the thing while brushing my teeth. I should have noticed it’s presence days before; It was sitting right there , next to my toothbrush… And yet, Its former owner had said goodbye to mee three days before. It took me three days to notice I still had it. It had been there for the better part of a year, so I guess I was just too used to seeing it.
When I saw it, I hesitated for a while. I felt like keeping that old toothbrush; I felt like keeping it in a tiny treasure chest of mementos and wonders. I could imagine myself, ten or twenty years into the future, oponing the chest, and finding there:
- -A damascus dagger.
- -A lappel pin from the carnival of Venice, shaped like a Pierrot.
- -A tibetan dorje
- -A silver bullet (Either to kill myself in style some day, or to solve all my software problems.)
- -A splinter of the holy cross/ a shard of the shrowd of Turin
- -An Oral-B toothbrush, slighty used.
- -Asorted coins and jewels.
But in the end, I just said no…
I miss her too much already. I can’t allow myself to enshrine anything but the memories.
