Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Timed Writing: 1/28/2012
Time: 10 minutes
Prompt: The opaqueness of my walls
Source: Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
The opaqueness of my walls melts slowly through the stages of translucency and transparency to complete invisibility. My walls are a part of me after all these years -- as much a part of me as the skin in which I was born. Without my walls, now that I have grown so dependent on them, I would be naught but a man, a poor wretched creature open to the elements, vulnerable to the slightest of attacks.
I cannot let the others see my walls. They would not let me speak if they could see my walls. They would cancel my voice, assuming me to be a 'thetic. They would silence me and flee.
My walls are thin, but strong, and they cling to my limbs and trunk at all times. My walls came to me when I died and since then I have not once been naked. There was a time when I hoped to remove the walls. I thought that I might be human and love and share if I had no walls. When the time finally came to take them off though, I could not. They had grown into me and I into them. I could no longer imagine myself without them, nor remember how I had been before.
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