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TIME AND PLACE
Late spring or early summer, noticed by trees and flowers in bloom.
A path. Hills, maybe even mountains, in the distance.
CHARACTERS
KNOWN, a man in somewhat later years with a backpack.
UNKNOWN, a woman in somewhat later years with a backpack.
SCENE
KNOWN and UNKNOWN are walking side-by-side.
KNOWN
There are many things get forgotten. I do remember that.
Their telling me that.
UNKNOWN
So you’ve said.
KNOWN
But I can’t remember exactly what. What things get forgotten.
I forget. Have I told you that?
UNKNOWN
If you could remember them, they wouldn’t be forgotten.
KNOWN
I spose not.
I mean, I spose when they said forgotten they must have meant truly forgotten.
Not just a lapse of memory thing.
UNKNOWN
What you haven’t told me, I don’t think, is: Why?
KNOWN
Part of the choice, it must be. Part of the compact. I don’t know.
This is such strange territory for me.
UNKNOWN
I’m not so sure I’m so glad you brought me along.
KNOWN
Did I? Did I bring you along? Really?…
What I remember is, you were walking along, and we started talking.
About not remembering. Because we had the same experience, walking along.
UNKNOWN
No. I know for a fact you asked me.
KNOWN
When? When did I ask you?
UNKNOWN
When we were younger.
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