They call me a guy who can recall his past lives.
I remember the light when I was young.
Not one light, but many, in different colours.
I thought they were some kind of airborne animals.
They were transparent dots.
I would chase them and follow them into the jungle
I would follow the lights and look at them,
let them transfer images into my mind.
The adults thought I was crazy or was possessed by a ghost
But they didn’t bother…
to take me to a hospital or to a shaman.
Later I remember when I was in the jungle
and saw no lights.
I would look directly at the sun
and close my eyes.
I saw the white orb in the darkness.
Only that act could bring comfort
because I always fear
that one day
when I open my eyes
I will see nothing.
- Apichatpong Weerasethakul - excerpt from The Memory of Nabua