Tales from Nementh

Curiosities & Oddities from the Land beyond

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don't let me go

Do you know those dreams, those wonderful dreams that almost seem real?

Dreams in which you meet wonderful people, experience emotions you never thought you could feel? Maybe you go on an adventure, climb the tallest mountain there is, explore space, or even find love.

I’ve found love many times, in the strangest places with the most peculiar people. People that are very dear to me, close to my heart - I’ve met them for the first time, I know, but it feels like a lifetime in here.

You reached out to me, touched my face, a kiss beside the ear.

I loved you dearly and truly and I know that you loved me.

So why can’t I remember your face?

I reach out to you, try to turn you around - to no avail. Will I spend the rest of my life looking for you? You were right there. I reach out to you, try to turn you around - to no avail.

Last night I had a dream, a most wonderful dream.

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rituals

I used to feel awful all the time, But now I don’t.

I am in control and my thoughts can’t run wild if I won’t give them any time to do so.

I get up at the same time, every morning. I go into the kitchen and brew some coffee. I brush my teeth, I do my hair.

I go for a run, same as every morning - I take the same route. After that, I shower. I only wash my hair every second day; not sooner nor later.

I drink my coffee, read some lines. Get dressed for work and leave the house. I will tap the floor with the tip of my right Shoe trice. Not once, not twice.

At work, I will greet everyone I pass with the same words, and wave my left hand.

I do everything one asks of me with great care and dignity.

I don’t take a break to eat nor drink. But I will leave for the basement around noon. I won’t return till the afternoon.

I work till it’s night and leave after everyone else. Take the long route home, through the meadows and evening mists, Gather twigs branches and leaves. Three of each, and with great care, I’ll make sure they all seem the same. Once home I undress and saw off whatever part of me it is that makes me depressed.

I used to feel awful all the time, But now I don’t.

I am in control; I have my Rituals.

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a prosperous place

"Come to Nem!" they said.

You’ll love it. It is everything you can imagine, always something new but never too much. It is pleasant and warm, but never too warm. And when it gets cold it doesn’t get too cold.

"Come to Nem!" they said.

You’ll meet the most interesting people,

They will tell you things you have never heard, but it will never be too much, but also not too little. It is just the right amount of things that are new to you.

"Come to Nem" they said.

It’s a land of beauty, and even when you’re sad it’s gonna be a beautiful kind of sad.

And when you’re alone, it’s gonna be a good kind of alone.

"Come to Nem" they said,

You won’t need anything, but have everything. And if you have nothing, it’s still gonna be enough.

Come to Nem they said, and make sure that you visit its stunning capital Nementh.

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head under water

Sometimes when the city gets too loud

I like to submerge myself in the bathtub.

Everything becomes a murmur, a faint indecipherable mass. I open my eyes and see the light coming from the ceiling fractured by the water and my blurred sight.

Everything loses its edge, its contrast, the borders between sound, light, me and them - becomes thin, like a veil and for a moment I feel as if I’m truly part of the world and as if it in return becomes part of me.

It is warm and safe.

But after a while, my body wants to be itself again, and then I have to raise my head up again, emerge from the whole and become me. I hear the train in front of my apartment, the neighbours arguing - the faint sound of a TV that is set too loud somewhere in the complex.

Everything is back at its place, I can see clearly again, where you begin and I end.

Someday I will just stay under the surface.

But not today. 

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the others

She doesn’t seem to fit in.

It is strange.

Well, she isn’t from here.

Isn’t from here? Then from where is she?

Well definitely not from nem, and surely not from nementh.

Then where did she come from? If not from nementh?

From another place.

Another place?

If she isn’t from Nem, and definitely not from Nementh then she must come from another place.

From another place? That’s why she doesn’t fit in?

If you’re from another place you’re one of the others, and if you’re one of the others, you can’t be one of us. 

I wouldn’t want to be from somewhere else. I wouldn’t fit in.

Me neither.