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101. A glass

After the two earlier texts, I her write about something I remembered before the two texts, before this text.

The person held his left hand behind my head, when I was lying on my back. He lifted my head up, and held a glass in front of my mouth, with his right hand. He said, can you drink this. I answered, yes. He said, that is good, this will make you better again. And he held the glass against my mouth, so the contents ran into me.

I remember this person as the same person, who came and asked me to come and look at something with the electrical installation. I was working alone as an electrician apprentice. The first he said when he came to call for me; was: Are you the person who work with the electrical installation here. I answered, yes. I remember him as gray‐ haired, a little bit plump, and a little bit shorter than average. I remember him as he didn’t have glasses.

I think that this person can say to me, that now he is “this and that”, and then I perceive that he is “this and that”. The whole situation can also be changed for me. This is something very indistinct for me. I write this because I want to do the best I can manage; but it is nearly impossible to remember something about this, and impossible to be sure about what it was.

This is something which has been very much excluded in my thoughts. After some time, it has been excluded in different ways. Because of that, I think I am hindered in remembering about this, and therefore I write about it. It can also be that I am hindered in telling about it. In this text, I have written about something it is impossible for me to remember crisp and clean.

January 23, 2017, David H. Hegg