A General Theory of Oblivion

DREAMS ARE WHERE IT ALL BEGINS

In her dreams, Ludo was a little girl. She was sitting on a beach of white sand. Sabalu, lying on his back, his head in her lap, was looking at the sea. They were talking about the past and the future. They were exchanging recollections. They laughed over the strange way they’d met. The laugh that came from the two of them shook the air, like a dazzle of birds in the sleepy morning. Then, Sabalu got up:

‘The day is born, Ludo. Let’s go.’

And they went, the two of them, towards the light, laughing and talking, like two people about to head out to sea.

Lisbon, 5 February 2012