Tuesday 3 August 2010

Clemence the Insomniac Duckling - part 8

Lately, Clemence had been opting for more reasonable, outer body experiences. She’d spent a whole day as a daffodil, desperate to be on land and resource herself.

As she entered adulthood she found herself to be more contemplative. Although unattached, her decisions would invariably involve one or two factors other than herself. And she’d sometimes be touched by bouts of sadness. Always the existentialist, Clemence had till then known how to keep her ‘questioning’ side at bay. But recently, she’d felt the need to indulge. At first she’d put this change down to spending too much time in the East. Indeed, she’d migrated to Uttar Pradesh, Dhaka and Rangoon, where her spirits had been lifted, dropped and questioned. Prior to this, she hadn’t thought it possible to question a spirit. The day she spent as a daffodil involved warm, moist soil and a wishful breeze. She longed for companionship, for roots – to wake up to the same day every day.