These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Amnesia and Possession.
OctPoWriMo
Possession Amnesia
I remember that I’m
not myself, smelling of cherry
cigar. I wouldn’t
do those things, but I
can’t remember what
I did when I wasn’t myself.
This accursed possession
leaving me blank and dazed
with blue-raspberry coating
my tongue only long
enough to remember
that I’m not myself, a blessing
really, the black abyss
of not knowing.
But without my memory—
that haunting melody in a chill
breeze— am I really me remembering
that I’m not myself? How
do I know I wouldn’t
do those things when
I don’t know what I’ve done?
Cherry cigar and blue-raspberry
slushy, that haunting melody
in a chill breeze, the fog
settling in and I’m gone.
I never understand how
long, then emerge
like a tiny diving bird barely
perceptible among the waves.
Writober Flash Fiction
Ivan’s amnesia left him waking up each morning believing he was in the ’80’s. He listened to his favorite music on his tape recorder and watched his favorite movies on VHS. Not only did he have retrograde amnesia, but anterograde as well. Not being able to make new memories, he felt lost and confused all the time. He left himself notes each night, recording what he thought was most important to know the next day into his tape recorder, but it was too big and bulky to carry around with him. Frustrated, he woke up one morning with a brilliant idea. It took him a long time to find a plastic surgeon who would do the operation, but that was when he was talking to licensed plastic surgeons with offices. He didn’t understand the horrified looks of people he met. They could not seem to appreciate the brilliance of his solution. He put a tape in his forehead each morning and recorded everything he thought was important. They kept asking why he didn’t just record what he needed on his phone, but that didn’t make any sense, phones don’t record anything, and they’re attached to the wall.
Halloween Photography Challenge
While asking myself sensory questions about amnesia, I thought of its texture as a gas: fog, smoke, or steam, and it’s shape as a cloud. So I used a splatter paint filter on plastic under a splatter-paint cut out filter and use the Rich black and white setting on my camera to attempt to capture the fog of amnesia.
Tunetober
This week I played around with a droning sound to go under my melody and counter-melody and came up with this on my hulusi:
Here’s a picture of my hulusi:
Sewtober
For this week’s decoration I came up with the idea of making a fabricglass pumpkin. It’s going to take me a while to make, but I finished the wire frame that I’ll be putting the fabric pieces on when I finish them.
Experience Writing 