“My Name
“I guess you are kind of curious as to who I am,
but I am one of those who do not have a regular name. My name depends on
you. Just call me whatever is in your mind.
If you are thinking
about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a
question and you did not know the answer.
That is my name.
Perhaps it was raining very hard.
That is my name.
Or
somebody wanted you to do something. You did it. Then they told you
what you did was wrong—“Sorry for the mistake,”—and you had to do
something else.
That is my name.
Perhaps it was a game you played
when you were a child or something that came idly into your mind when
you were old and sitting in a chair near the window.
That is my name.
Or you walked someplace. There were flowers all around.
That is my name.
Perhaps
you stared into a river. There as something near you who loved you.
They were about to touch you. You could feel this before it happened.
Then it happened.
That is my name.”
―
Richard Brautigan
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