In the present we're all here We all know that except you of course.
A river turns three dimensional when you've been on it for a while. The past runs down that river becoming smaller and smaller a fish eye lens closing until it disappears into a memory
impossible to verify
Did I dream it Was I told it Did I see it on tv Did it even happen to me?
How did I get there Who was that person What did they want And what did I give them?
Memory is an echo that rides on the currents of light the song being sung the perfume scent of something familiar the look on a face in the crowd the laughter floating through the neighborhood
Nightmares flashbacks terror too
Ok
Turn on the lights it's just you.
Memory this connection with "me" yes I was there that was me and it all adds up to identity connection with one's past the narrative of our lives the soundtrack of our times
but no more sorrow no more melancholy look around it's the present we're all here your not alone.