I say, “June 12, 2017 – In Memoriam,” although technically I
have no memory of that day.
Technically, I never lived it.
At 11 PM or so,
Pacific Time, on June 11, Qantas Flight 15 left LA. Before it was 12 AM—June
12—we had reached another time zone west, and thus gone back an hour. This
process repeated for several hours through the night, while I was out on
Sominex—Doot doot do doo do doo doot DOO!—until we crossed the international
date line, and it became June 13, 2017. June 12th had simply vanished. Or rather, it had never even appeared. No sight of it at all, besides the way the clock approached 11:34 PM or so before a new time zone switched it to 10:34 PM.
So I guess I don’t remember you, June 12, 2017, but I
remember that you might have been. For me, you were worse than forgotten—you
were never known—but what you might have been. That will always be with me.
Maybe I’ll have to learn of you from other people’s blogs
and such.
(Don’t start reading them though now, people reading this.
I’m sure it’s way overrated.)
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