What happens
to our memories?
TYPE: Personal
YEAR: 2023
While early change made me resilient to transitoriness; it made my childhood home a melting pot of becomings and unbecoming. A room is never a room and a corner can lead to wide expanses with just a flick of mind’s imaginary wand.
And on revisiting, that same memory explodes into something entirely new.
The objects, in forget-me-not rusting trunks, smile under a patina of necessary neglect- after all, you can only reminisce when you learn to let go