For lots more exciting info about me, please go to my main home -

Saturday 27 January 2024

When I was seven, my parents sat me down

in front of the TV. They said there was something

I had to watch. They said there was something

it was my duty to watch. I wanted to go out and

play football with Alex but no, they said – I had to sit

down and watch the TV. I had to watch the documentary;

it was part of my history. And so I saw the chimneys,

the chambers, the smoke. I saw those bone-spectres ghosting

through Auschwitz, Belsen, Treblinka. I wanted to get away

but no, my parents said – I needed to see this. I needed

to be educated. And from then on, death stalked every lesson,

every playdate, every football match. Death inched

its fingers into every exam, every underage pub trip,

every awkward teenage clinch. It muscled its way

into all the corners of my life – graduation, job, marriage; 

past, present, future. See, nothing gets left but history.

Nothing remains but what is gone.

Joshua Seigal