It was a large piece of furniture. It was noticable from the door. The room had to be fully entered, after negotiating all of the visual stimuli wanting to be explored. The giant desk anchored near the furtherest wall. A shiny red apple placed off center of the massive desk. The Apple didn't seem small compared to the size of the desk. It was bigger than a real apple would be able to grow. The white cone with the word dunce written verticly in gray capital letters added size to the unnatural apple.  The museum exhibit featured a chalk board, chalk, and erasures. The arrogance transported through time encapsulated inside this replica of a time, and a place, now known as the past.

My mind finds the memories, recreates the sensations.  I remember a library as a place for discovery. I realized in everyday I could learn something new, something more. I also found familiar situations that seemed stuck on repeat. Like the woman at church that always sat still. Her face look painted like a doll. I couldn't tell how old she was but she sat with her parents.  I liked to think she was a giant walking doll. The perfect child, the perfect daughter any parent would choose, if having a family was about picking the perfect child.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96