Thursday, January 19, 2012
Timed Writing: 1/18/2012
Time: 10 minutes
Prompt: Is it the same forest
Source: William Gibson, Up the Line
"Is it the same forest that we were in yesterday?" Liail's question expresses my own internal quandary, one that I had not even acknowledged until this moment. Of course it's the same forest though. Why wouldn't it be? The same Douglas firs predominate, with minority representations by red cedar, western hemlock and Sitka spruce. The sword ferns and bracken are the same, as are the wild huckleberries and the mosses growing on the tree trunks and on the ground. Certainly this is the same forest. Why would she ask? And why wouldn't I be surprised by the question?
"What do you mean?" I say.
"It was just a feeling I had when I woke up. Like I was in a different place."
"You think we might have somehow been transported while we slept?" I ask. "Our tent and everything in it, moved to a campsite identical to ours, in a forest identical to the one in which we were hiking yesterday?"
"No, of course I don't think so -- not rationally. That's just how it feels. Don't you sense it?"
(about my timed writing exercises)
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