These Days I Forget

"The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time" Friedrich Nietzsche

Yeah, there's a funny side to it but it ain't all jolly. I've forgotten where I'm from, when I'm from, even my mother and father. That they don't tell you about extreme longevity, that you're gonna run out of memory, that you're not gonna get to chose what you can keep and what you forget.

I'm ancient but this identity is pretty recent, only had it for 2000 ish years.

Runecaster Ixar! Of the Brambles!!! LOL. It's actually a title received from Celtic King Caractacus, a good buddy of mine. He named me Runecaster of the Brambles for teaching his mages some runes for healing magic that can be unlocked from Blackberries, the bramble being a prevalent plant in his kingdom.

I only kept the name because I found it terribly amusing, the fact that one could be so impressed by such rudimentary wizardry that they bestow a descriptive title to honor it tickled the fuck out of me. It's like instead of Jesus Son of God we would remember him as Conjurer Jesus of Wine-Water..

I remember a few other previous identities, maybe we'll get to those sometime, but before the neolithic revolution everything is kind of a blur. I don't remember my origin so it's time to create one.

This is my book, an objective account, unshackled from magical spells, hidden in the power of the ordinary and yet for generations to endure, meant to inspire and inform but also to keep me whole.

My Runes be remembered! Ixar (XR)

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