I don’t know why
I’m always
forgetting the land
that time forgot.
***
It seems like
something I would
be interested in.
***
But — I forget. And
then a friend will
remind me that it’s
only about a mile from
my apartment building.
***
“Oh yeh,” I’ll say, as
we drive past the exit,
suddenly remembering
… the land.
.
Keep circulating the URL
Are you time?
That’s pretty good, Steve. Thanks for reading.
Thank you for sharing. It’s a lot of fun
The land that time forgot can’t be forgotten because it’s no-man’s land, and therefore no man has been there to see it. Therefore, what hasn’t been seen cannot be forgotten because no memory of it ever existed in the first place.
Well, it is very exclusive but they do take walk-ins. Thanks, David
Dude, I know exactly what you mean about the… the, uhm…. What was it again?
Maybe we’d remember more things if we went back to tying strings around our fingers. Thanks, Jimmy
Best not drive there. Forgetting where you parked your car in the land that time forgot. That’s a tragi-comedy for sure.
Time has existed since itself immemorial. If it forgets a land or two, I think it can be forgiven. Thanks, Pam.
I was about to comment and then forgot what I read about forgetting! :D
I’m drawing a blank too as to why I am responding to this — except that I somehow feel impelled to. Thanks, mm!
I forget why I laughed when I read whatever it was.
I’ll accept that laugh, anyway. Thanks, E Sum
Remind me, what laugh was that?
Granted it was more of a cough than a laugh, but I’ll take that, too.
Guffaw!
La Brea Tar Pits? :)
A little more West toward Pomona. Thanks, Ilsa!
I forget everything: the land, the time, the exit, your friend, and even your apartment building. It is like I was never even there.
Good idea. And since we’re forgetting things, forget that five dollars I owe you. Thanks, Geoff.
I thought it was ten!
No I am pretty sure it was $2.50, as I previously stated.
If time only had a brain…. :(
I know a wizard who may be able to help him! Thanks, Nancy
oh yeah! lol!
Thanks, mk!!
my pleasure, george!
Dunno what your problem is, Geo. My ERB sat nav gets me there every time. My problems is that you never know how long you’ve been there.
The best trick is to always be ticking off the seconds: “One one-thousand, two two-thousand,” &c. And if you forget where you are in the count, just start over — as many times as necessary. Thanks, Bruce.
And here you are, reminding me about the farm behind my home because I never look out the window, lol. Lovely as always, my friend! xxxxx
In all my years in Los Angeles, I never had a view—just a wall or the window of the apartment across from me. I remember my grandparents handled a poor view by letting the bushes in their front yard grow so high, thick and dense that, as a little kid, it felt to me, whenever I looked out, as if they lived in the deepest jungles of South San Francisco. Sun would somehow manage to seep in, but nothing of the street could be seen. I am forever hopeful of having a nice view one day. And I would definitely settle for the view of a farm. Thanks, Jean!
Poetic!
Thanks, Janny!
Try putting some dirt in your shirt pocket.
Hah! I will do that. Thanks, Tref
Lol bad memory? X
No, Carol, I don’t think so. It’s just something about that land …
And thanks!
Ken Nordine and you could have worked magic. I can hear him say these words.
Funny, he has been in my head lately, too. I was six years old when I first saw his Levis ads. They both scared me and transfixed me. And thanks!
‘Shifting Whispering Sands’ was my intro. Same feel as you.
inescapable!
It is though isn’t? Thanks, T