A Journey to Yesterday- story in chapters. Chapter 1
Back in Yesterday I had a dreamy flashback of a perfect morning: it was in some coffee shop, with a full cup of course, starting to write and feeling just so fresh and full of energy. Somehow, it was purely a flashback to the wonderland as it's 2016 and it still basically never happened. But since I still see it, like I once saw it Yesterday, I am packing my bag and run out on a mission: I'm looking for Yesterday! Anybody out there wants to help me?
Recently I have undergone a lot of changes which not necessarily served me well in a matter of 'future'. To be frank, I stopped writing even my personal diary. There is this space in between whatever's in your head and a piece of paper. What's in this space, sometimes turns to be hard to chew. In regards to whatever had been happening in my head, I regularly practise mindwriting. And on some level, it works just as fine as if one had swallowed three bottles of whisky and finished it off with a pack of Gauloises. Oh, and RebBull of course, always RedBull.
But mostly mindwriting has one quality none other activity really has: it brings up images which had been previously deeply buried and forgotten. I had this flashback while walking through Drury Lane some other day: suddenly I saw faces of two of good friends of mine next to me, laughing and crossing the street towards Holborn Station. The point is, I have never been there with these particular friends, surely not at that time of the year either that time of the day. Then I realised that mindwriting can be dangerous: it may actually bring over the memories of somebody else.
Thrilled by my recent discovery, I decided to jump onboard of a time machine and find my real Yesterday. I was hoping it was going to simply lay down behind some corner of my mind, resting and waiting for resurrection. But the truth, my dear readers, turned to be more complicated. As usual.
After crossing several avenues of my mind, I finally reached the door of Mr Frank. I kept repeating myself that if he still keeps compulsively holding his nail file I would just leave. But Frank, my once regular imaginary therapist, opened the door wearing a fluffy dressing gown and slippers that he got from Mr Charming for Christmas five years ago. He seemed much more calm and collected, and a steady smile on his face made me thinking that he might have overdosed his incense sticks fumes. But he seemed to be also happy to see me and at the same time, not surprised at all. Maybe he had been also thinking of Yesterday, of old times when he has become created in my mind, before I offered him an independence from my imagination. Although, he did not seem to get carried away by being an autonomous unit- his apartment was just as tidy as it used to be and his favourite armchair was still in the same place where I put it. He offered me a cup of tea, and almost everything seemed like an old Frank, the Frank of Yesterday.
- Frank- I started cautiously, for I didn't know much about his life for all this time.- I was going to ask you for a favour. I am seeing flashbacks in my mind which do not belong to me, and I haven't really written anything recently, not even my own diary. Like there is a spell on me, which wipes out all the supplies of my brain, and makes me panic once I approach a sheet of paper.
He smiled at me and gave a long gaze, examining, but not evaluating, not a gaze of a therapist, but of an estranged friend who has come with aid.
- If you want to find what's yours- he begun- there is no such a thing which cannot be brought back on a magic carpet.
The magic carpet I forgot about, was lying in the entrance to the apartment and was embellished with a 'welcome' caption, thoroughly embroidered by Frank.
- Does it still fly?- asked I, for I had no experience with magic objects' expiry dates.
- Oh yes- emphasized Frank, who at the meantime had already dropped his dressing gown and was now wearing one of his favourite tuxedos paired with a green scarf. -Even better, once you board it, each time it will ride faster than you remembered.
I looked at him with gratitude one can only feel for imaginary creatures and held him in a short embrace, wondering how could I ever dislike him to the extend that I once let him go out of my life.
- Frank- said I and the tears had flown into my eyes- Come back! Be again my amazing imaginary counsellor friend.
- With pleasure, my dear- responded Frank with his usual plain voice, which did not allow you to hear out any possible emotion.
But the moment of our reunion has become interrupted as another voice has let itself into the apartment through the open window.
- Hey friends! Shall we?
I turned and I could not believe my eyes as in front of me, leaning on the windowsill, was Tezeus himself. Even as for immortal creature, he looked surprisingly fresh and his white, fluffy fur was filling a static reality of the studio like an unexpected sunshine.
I ran to him with all of the joy which had enlightened my heart, while he said:
- We will talk on the way! Everybody, let's board the magic carpet! I will be your guide. We've got to be fast. If we want to find yesterday, it might not be there tomorrow.
He barked and then threw himself onto the air trough the window. There was nothing else to do for us, but to get on the magic carpet and follow him towards the sky.
To be continued.
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