Day 1454, me.
There are
so many things
around
~
that have no
function
to
~
besides the pleasure
its sight gives
Day 1417, down.
It’s fallen
on bare ground
wrought on
a memory
~
to make the demise
fruitful
Day 1412, memories.
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 1354, obstruction.
Over the years
summer leafs
gather in our mind
and never fall
Day 1351, only.
My
identifier
will stick
with thoughts
of me
after
I am
rotten
away
Day 1201, pollen.
While walking
back
my fingers
graze in fields
filed
with bright white flowers
grown
in memory
pollinating
each next step
Nochrisis
Day 1138, be revealed.
After many years
a forgotten inside
stored in darkness
will be revealed
as memory
Nochrisis
Constructed memory.
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.
