Remember

"And I enter the fields and spacious halls of memory, where are stored as treasures the countless images that have been brought into them from all manner of things by the senses. There, in the memory, is likewise stored what we cogitate, either by enlarging or reducing our perceptions, or by altering one way or another those things which the senses have made contact with; and everything else that has been entrusted to it and stored up in it, which oblivion has not yet swallowed up and buried." st. augustine on memory.

i want to remember.

This heart pumps-feeding memories held in the caverns of muscles subconsciously holding their posture. Much like a worn shoe or path, the familiar is ground repetitively and rhythmically with each step. Microscopic to gargantuan we are made up of records, moments that build walls and sometimes bridges and tunnels illuminating experience. Steep, steep, steeping. I’ll linger until this moment is infused.

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