working in an office at the local hospital i see lots of names every day, some familiar, some not. today i saw one which vaguely reminded me of someone, a name which triggered a memory hidden quite a long way away.
of course a girl, always a girl, is it not? this time back in junior high, i must've been 14, she was a year older and so incredibly cute. the funny thing is, i never really knew her at all, she's mostly a name and a image which is no longer sparkling clear in my mind, but still clear enough. the few times i talked to her was weird, hazy blurred memories of white wine & early summer nights, blood, i remember the first time i actually met her she had accidentally cut herself on some glass and was bleeding all over, she made it to the hospital and got everything stiched back together. after that i only met her a few times, good times. i seem to remember other people later telling me "that girl is crazy", "she's weird" etc. i didn't believe them. was i naive? i don't know.
using one of the more convenient electronic tools available to secretaries at the hospital i looked up her name and found out some small, but interesting details. first of all, she currently lives in the middle of a gigantic dump, a tiny shitty place (i've lived there myself, i should know; it's a no-good-man's land), god knows what she's doing there. second: her birthday is tomorrow.
once again, everything connects to everything.