I've never been to Mississippi.
I’ve
never wanted to go to Mississippi; I never thought about going to Mississippi. As far as I know, Gary has never been to
Mississippi either. And yet, here we are
– talking about Mississippi again.
It was
strange the first time Gary didn’t recognize me. I knew that day was coming and yet I was
completely unprepared when it came. But
once I stopped reeling from the experience of trying to explain who I was, I
took solace it knowing that at least that was as bad as it was going to get.
Or so
I thought.
Recently,
Gary has decided that I am not me. The real me is being held hostage somewhere
and that the me before him is in an imposter.
From Tupelo, Mississippi. This
has happened more than once and the other details vary but not Tupelo. No matter what the other minor differences in
this particular hallucination, I am always the wife-hostage-taker/impersonator
from Tupelo.
It
doesn’t matter, of course, but I am fascinated on why Tupelo. I don’t really understand how or why abnormal
protein deposits in his brain create his alternate realities, but I really don’t
understand why Tupelo. Why a place he’s never
mentioned, never visited? Where did his
brain come up with the idea that I’m from Tupelo and I’ve taken his wife
hostage?
Especially
since he’s the one who is holding me hostage.
And he’s not from Tupelo either.
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