Thanks to gamehdwall for the photograph.

There are moments in time where flashes of memories trace back to our origins not as a body, but as a soul; rather as a being of independent thought. Those memories with which we choose to define ourselves: first kiss, first crush, last words, lost friendships, small kindnesses. Obscure moments we don’t know why we remember so convincingly influence our decisions and push us farther into a transparent sea of dreamless experiences. No pretense of imagination nor new information presented – our memories, static and unchanging to our own perception. They are fallible as such. Though still move forward feet fumbling, memories pushing pushing pushing. “Onward” its said
“To destiny”


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