a saturday afternoon quest for power
It’s a stupid thing to search for, she tells me, for about the hundredth time since we started walking.
I ask her if it would be better to search for Knowledge and she says that it would.
Well, Knowledge is Power, isn’t it? I ask, and that shuts her up for a good half an hour but after we find the next marker (a rock this time, engraved instead of painted and half-hidden in the grass) she starts up again.
How do you know you’ll get to keep it if you find it? she asks.
I’m not sure but I don’t tell her that.
We’ll figure that out when we reach it, I say.
Then she asks if we have a big enough bag if we need to bring it home and I worry that I haven’t thought this through properly.
I suggest that she look for shapes in the clouds, distracting her while I search for the next sign with another arrow to point the way.
She finds a pirate ship and a dancing bear.
I start to wonder what it is I’m looking for.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
Shannon · May 24, 2012 at 11:16 pm
I consider that the best kind of power 😀
Tat · May 26, 2012 at 1:42 pm
The power to search
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