Itching and wondering whether to get him copper or wool

Rumor has it, it takes seven years for one's cells to be renewed. If this is true, this body I dwell in is completely different from the one from seven years ago.

I suspect this is all bull. On the top of my head I seem to remember that brain cells don't get renewed.

But taking that piece of urban folklore at the metaphorical value, it is interesting to think about us being renewed after a seven-year span.

I've always thought one's life is nothing but a chain of lives, of variations of oneself.

After seven years is hard to think of something new.

Last night you recited Beowulf to me in old English.

After seven years we've managed to find something new, things still unsaid.

Thank you for Beowulf, thank you because it was neither copper nor wool but the promise there will still be new things to learn.

Lost and found

A couple of weeks ago I lost the ring you put on my finger seven years ago. One afternoon my hand felt cold and naked and the letters of your name were nowhere to be found.

It saddened me not because I would lose you, but because of all parts of us that get infused into everyday objects. If one day you were looking for my voice, you should know I keep a stash hidden away in the belly of my guitar.

I didn't cry for my lost ring because I was actually happy to think that at least I still had you. But I felt melancholic thinking about it, and I wondered if in twenty years someone would find it at the bottom of a drain, or perhaps I'd find it when I gutted a fish just as I had read about in a children's book.

But I have never gutted a fish, and I suspect I never will.

Today the ring came back to me.

And my hand doesn't feel so empty anymore.

Escapism act

Houdini has nothing on me.

Ladies and gentleman, I'm about to perform an act of escapism.

Please be assured that I have nothing up my sleeve.

No key under my tongue, no fake chains or rope.

Nothing is ever what it appears to be.

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I'm gone