Clarion 103a radio nostalgia air11/14/2023 “I’m a weak telepath who was a much stronger telepath.” I can still sense strong emotion, the kind that’s normally plain. “I thought we-err, you-were a telepath.” He says you like the word is a conspiracy he isn’t sure he can share. He taps my mind with his mind, and waits for me to return the telepathic greeting. Joshua’s prior therapist hadn’t worked out for him. What kind of son doesn’t believe his mom is someone else?īefore my first session with Joshua, I replace the Georgia O’Keefe prints of desert flowers on the wall behind my desk with people living life: a potluck in early autumn, an older couple embracing, a toddler elbows-deep in birthday cake. It should be.īut I am just me to me, crowded on every side. I cannot speak, but we can speak, mind-to-mind. A mind is deep, withdrawn and scuttling on the bottom of a shivering sea, crying for me to see, to see and acknowledge her in her separateness. I turn into her room, and see her, her seeing her, seeing me. Why do I have to ask? Why aren’t you open to me? What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Her mind is there, me touching me, trying to hold on, saying, Why aren’t you open to me? I’m your mother. The fan directly above me circulating air. They’re crowded, like me.īefore I turn into the room, I see my mom from her own eyes: wasted, blue veins, yellowish skin, a bed sore beneath my left thigh. Octopuses are bad news for telepaths, and not just because I’m allergic to seafood. The wallpaper above the door is an octopus, all orange arms and suckers. Bodies don’t get confused, even when I’m not sure if I’m remembering or mind reading. It’s helpful to frame people as bodies, even though my therapist says that deprives them of dignity. My other name? Her name, even though she doesn’t have a nametag on, and she’s been working a double shift because a co-worker called in sick, that I have been, and I try to smile for me but don’t mean it, and I don’t mean it. I remember my name is Laeticia, and I have to pass meds to six residents in the next five minutes. I had to take statistics, even though I’m a grad student in humanities. How weak is that? It’s a sample size of one. It just seems so irresponsible, to assume other minds inside other bodies, to extrapolate from my own case. My therapist says thinking like that is egotistical, but how am I supposed to care about others, when others is just something I tell myself? Each is like an organ, involuntary functions only. I’m walking on the other side, glancing at me. I’m a medical assistant coming down the hall in polka dot scrubs. What kind of son wishes his mother were paper? The yellowing wallpaper in the hallway has a nautical theme-reefs and waves and kids building sandcastles. It’s disgusting, and I’m not even sure which of my mouths is eating it. Past the kitchen where there’s a stainless-steel vat of some awful toffee pudding. What kind of son doesn’t go see his dying mother? I can shut her out, but what son does that? I can do this. Every me is someone else.Īlthough pronouns always seem like figures of speech. In French: TSF for Télégraphie sans fil.Īll listed radios etc. Here you find 472 models, 77 with images and 435 with schematics for wireless sets etc. See "Data change" for further contributors. is identical to the Clarion C103 in appearance, however, the radio back indicates a C103A. This radio model Clarion C103 from Warwick Mfg. Tablemodel without push buttons, Mantel/Midget/Compact up to 14.Permanent Magnet Dynamic (PDyn) Loudspeaker (moving coil) - elliptical / Ø 6 inch = 15.2 cm.Alternating Current supply (AC) / 117 Volt.
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