so near, yet so far // frumtum
Nov 26, 2015 22:57:42 GMT -5
Post by cici on Nov 26, 2015 22:57:42 GMT -5
freya hanig
Sand, dust, and rocks: that’s all we walked upon for weeks until we reached forest and then more empty land and then…home? I look at this boardwalk before us with the ocean caressing the sand next to it and my mouth drops in disbelief as I step forward onto the wooden floor. “Rum Tum, oh my god, we’re back…there’s no way.” I keep walking forward into this world so familiar, assuming that Rum Tum is following. I stare all around me at the broken rides and devastated carnival games. Where is the fortune teller? Where is the mirror house? Things aren’t in the right place. They aren’t the same. Why is the rollercoaster yellow instead of orange? Why is part of the boardwalk destroyed, half-sunk into the water? Why isn’t it the same? It isn’t the same!
Maybe the other carnival is around here – maybe there’s a chain of them. If I get to the top of the rollercoaster again, I might be able to see. “C’mon,” I tell Rum Tum, rushing up the stairs to the top of the rollercoaster and then climbing up the stairs on the side of the tracks until I’ve made it to the highest point, just like before. But not like before. As I look out, I just see more ruins, more beach, but no other boardwalks, no other piers. I feel tears at the edges of my eyes and this is ridiculous; I’m so ridiculous. I just want to be back there; I just want things to be the same. I just want to be young again, to have that fluttery feeling in my stomach, to be so curious and free again, for my feet to feel so light and ready to run.
But I feel like I’m getting tired of all this wandering, walking, and travelling. I feel like there should be something more, shouldn’t there? I sit down, fearing that I might fall if I stand any longer. I motion for Rum Tum to sit down with me and I hold him real tight. “This isn’t the same place,” I say disappointed, pulling my knees to my chest and curling up against him as it gets chillier.
“We never know where we are. We’re always lost. Nothing’s ever the same. It’s always changing, we’re always moving.” I look over at the ocean and at the sun making its decline toward the horizon. “This isn’t home. Nothing is ever home.” I know I sound like the ultimate pessimist as usual, but I can’t help this feeling of wanting something like home, something that isn’t always changing.
But I have Rum Tum. With him is my home. I shouldn’t need anything more than that.
“Sometimes I just get kind of tired.”
Maybe the other carnival is around here – maybe there’s a chain of them. If I get to the top of the rollercoaster again, I might be able to see. “C’mon,” I tell Rum Tum, rushing up the stairs to the top of the rollercoaster and then climbing up the stairs on the side of the tracks until I’ve made it to the highest point, just like before. But not like before. As I look out, I just see more ruins, more beach, but no other boardwalks, no other piers. I feel tears at the edges of my eyes and this is ridiculous; I’m so ridiculous. I just want to be back there; I just want things to be the same. I just want to be young again, to have that fluttery feeling in my stomach, to be so curious and free again, for my feet to feel so light and ready to run.
But I feel like I’m getting tired of all this wandering, walking, and travelling. I feel like there should be something more, shouldn’t there? I sit down, fearing that I might fall if I stand any longer. I motion for Rum Tum to sit down with me and I hold him real tight. “This isn’t the same place,” I say disappointed, pulling my knees to my chest and curling up against him as it gets chillier.
“We never know where we are. We’re always lost. Nothing’s ever the same. It’s always changing, we’re always moving.” I look over at the ocean and at the sun making its decline toward the horizon. “This isn’t home. Nothing is ever home.” I know I sound like the ultimate pessimist as usual, but I can’t help this feeling of wanting something like home, something that isn’t always changing.
But I have Rum Tum. With him is my home. I shouldn’t need anything more than that.
“Sometimes I just get kind of tired.”