Robert Louis Stevenson once said that the past is all of one texture. He was wrong, and he was right.
Some are rough, and brittle. They’re difficult to walk through, like a small walk way littered with obstacles of varying heights and widths. Further trivialised by poor vision and lack of consistency.
Some are illuminating and cloud like. They provide us with a warmth, a feeling of reassurance and sometimes a reason. They provide a light which helps us feel that the actions of our left and right are not in vain. But just like a cloud, its transparency can make it hard to hold on to. If only it could rain.
Some are silky and fluid, with a replenishing after effect that leaves one nourished. Sometimes even lighter, slowly weakening our grips to the weights we feel so obliged to hold on to. Weights that hold no promise but only bring a pressure that we seem to feel so drawn to. Like a moth to flame in a forest of darkness.
Some are uncomfortable to the touch. They leave us with a feeling of red hot embarrassment and shameful regret, that we feel at the back of our necks. It causes a tension in our spines and a wince to our eyes. We try to encourage ourselves in remedy, ensuring that the effect is only but an integral lesson which is needed for further self preservation. These lessons however have a poor time sticking. Like a recycled bit of tape that is needed to hold up a sign, only to be hindered by ill-advised attempts of repositioning.
But some, some are so dense that they can find their way into your lungs. Into your veins, and into the endings of each and every one of your nerves. Even when cursed unwelcome, the icy cold affliction will make you freeze, with no warning and no apology.
There are too many textures that one could not spin them all, however some people can only spin one. Not by choice, and not by design. When the spool is stuck to one, it’s because it created a texture so heavy, so heavy that it forced the mechanics to bend under its own weight. For this, it is then the past is all of one texture.
If only it could rain.