“The Village of Lost Minds” / Memorable Fancies #4332

[“The southern hemisphere of the brain, / … [a] little fishing village where there are no phones.” – Billy Collins]

At first, I was pleased that no one could call me, here in this simple place. I could not call out, either, which did bother me for a while, but I realized that wanting to speak with someone was just a way of saying I wanted to speak with myself.

       And then I did. Speak w/ myself, that is, one day. I heard a slight voice saying my name, urgently perhaps.

       But then it was gone.

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