Then he looked back up at EKA and smiled.
EKA cringed slightly and looked away. He glanced up at :P. She briefly
made eye contact then looked away. EKA walked out of the room and KMFE
followed.
Outside it was raining. EKA got out an umbrella. KMFE did not seem to
notice the rain. EKA felt very cold. They sat at the bus stop not talking.
The bus got in an accident. They stood outside for three more hours in
the rain. KMFE stared at the Delaware the whole time. EKA thought
eventually he'd have to get bored and look at something else, but KMFE
watched the river for three hours. When a bus finally came KMFE didn't
get on it.
KMFE walked two blocks to the bridge, then into the middle of the bridge
and stood there, watching the river. He tried to imagine that n was
standing next to him, also watching the river, but he couldn't. She
didn't exist for him anymore.
He wasn't really sure if the n that he knew ever existed. Perhaps he
just made her up. So that n did notexist for herself. Or for anyone
else. She once existed for KMFE, in a strange symbolic story, but not
anymore. She's gone entirely.
Most of human history is lost entirely. Most dreams are forgotten. Most
people are forgotten. Millions of years from now it won't matter if the
story of n was lost. KMFE tried to look at the river and think
ofCrossing Brooklyn Ferry. How many people had stood here wondering
about a lost dream? But his mind felt blank.
John Hurum says a website about the primate Eda got 1.2 billion hits. Do
these people want to recover the lost memory of evolutionary history?
But more importantly, did someone know Eda, and idolize her, and dream
about her, and form an imaginary story about who she was?
