Creation Myth

I create a Crane: nestled in a basket, sitting on a red embroidered cloth. I create the idea of “comfort” and “passage”. The Crane does not like the idea of “passage” but is very into the idea of “comfort”. We talk about childhood; the Crane talks about an apple it ate once: red, round, its consequent deliciousness. I talk about remembering a moment, specifically remembering “wanting“ to remember a moment. The Crane does not like the idea of stories with no point but concedes that they fill time. I take the Crane’s basket and create apples to fill it. “The apples have no point in the story but to take up space like you do,” the Crane says. “The apples are a vehicle for the journey not the destination” I say. “I do not need to drive an apple to get to where I want to go!” the Crane says snidely. Exasperated, I shake my head and look at the pile of apples. One of the apples falls down from the pile. The Crane tries to swoop in and swallow the apple whole like a snake. The Crane says “I create the idea that regret is a tree that grows and grows until it must be cut” but this comes out in choked shrieks. I see the apple bobbing up and down in the Crane’s throat and pretend as if I’m not looking. I silently try to create the idea of “wanting”; to realize just how long it’s been since you’ve last been physically touched by another living breathing thing, to be overcome with this feeling of emptiness as vast as the sea... but that idea already exists and has always existed. I instead create “choking” and the “heimlich maneuver” so it’s easier for regret to fly out the throat like a projectile. After creating an apple pie with the remaining apples I tell the Crane I’m tired of being a character in its story. The Crane says “Don’t you want to remember this moment? Or is it more precious to forget? Isn’t this part of the passage, or the idea of it?” Jumping to avoid the question(s) I try to create the idea of an “ending” but do not succeed. The Crane laughs and says “I create the idea of a new beginning”. “I’ll remember this” I say begrudgingly and together we drive off into the sunset in a (very) large apple.