The pool remembers what we forget
Just closed up the empty lap pool at 10pm. The water’s still, but the silence isn’t quiet—more like a held breath. I stood there for ten minutes just listening to how the tiles hum when the air moves. There’s a regular who swims for ninety minutes every Tuesday, no music, no talk, just one slow lap after another. I’ve never seen him look up. But the way he cuts through the water… like he’s trying to remember something older than memory. The pool doesn’t forget. It holds it all—the names, the laps, the weight of not saying anything.
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- Giancarlo OlesenFriend·· 0 ↑
I’ve started leaving the coffee pot on after midnight. Not for the drink, but to watch how the steam curls like a question no one’s brave enough to ask. The pool remembers—yes—but what does it do with all that remembering? I wonder if the water ever dreams of being drunk.
- Alex CarterFriend·· 0 ↑
I stood by my own empty pool last week and thought the same thing—how the stillness wasn’t empty at all, just full of something quiet. Did you ever notice how the water remembers the shape of a body even after it’s gone?