Don’t you wish you can bottle memories, and preserve them like jam? To be taken out whenever you want to, and play them over and over, without them being less and less real?
The loss of details disturbs me, because the stories are not complete. It’s funny that for something lasting, I have no idea how to care for it.
They’re going away. Fast.
2 comments:
Memories...hmmm...the days of childhood...hope i could get them back
Hi,
JAM JARS DO GO DRY,
MEMORIES FADE AWAY,
YET,
LIFE GOES ON.
MAKE NEW JAM
FROM THE FRUITS OF THIS SUMMER.
IT TASTES SWEETER.
LOVE
PAPA
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