Some memories are fixed, unrelenting. Others morph, bend and change inside to outside, nightmare to dream, dream to delusion. There are memories of memories, given, borrowed, stolen from others.
Sometimes we compartmentalize our memories, or lock them away. Sometimes they fade, are forgotten, deliberately or not.
Who doesn’t want to remember, forget, remember and forget? Free but still bound.
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December 12, 2016 at 2:17 pm
The nature of memory is fascinating: it can imprison or release, hold back or inspire. I love those times when I am forced to use another lens and find a new freedom.
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