Day 1412, memories.

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Looking back

from where

I go

to where

I walked


I see

my trace

like in

the snow


and like the snow

rain and sun

will take away

my memory

Day 1201, pollen.

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While walking


my fingers

graze in fields


with bright white flowers


in memory


each next step


Constructed memory.

Curacao, 1994

Why do I think we all build a structure, a narrative, that explains or bears our existence?

First of all, it’s a story I’ve been telling myself for many years, if I tell you about its origin, I guarantee you that it is…a structure. It probably started while reading a book, but I don’t know what book or where I read it.

We all been in situations where you are certain about a situation, certain facts you remember from the past. Till you meet someone that was with you at the time and recollects it totally different.

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