Memories..Like Cigarettes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 08, 2018

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Of all the things we lose along the way, I think that Time is the highest price we pay.. Everything that has happened, that has shaped us as we are, occurred in the Past, in our History... amongst our Yesterdays... That place, That Time, that event is only an image of fragments of bits of parts of thoughts of sounds and shapes... a memory... Just a wisp... No more than a dream. Those of which I have built my life with, brick by insubstantial brick... and what makes me ‘Me’, is merely a bubble of personal history... recalled in response to some minor similarity, surfacing like a burp of mustard from an hours-gone lunch... Though, I’ve enjoyed the recollection...
Nostalgia, then, would be like relaxing with a pack of smokes... and the memories, like cigarettes, individually pulled from the rest, lit up, burned fresh, breathed in and savoured as it slowly turns to a faded and thin reminder... a shadow... ash. Now, only a vague residue left to indicate that some thing had occurred, the detritus... So, are we merely the culmination of our past events? An amalgamation of our burnt and discarded memories? Each of us, our own overflowing ashtray... full of butts and waiting to be emptied and wiped clean again.

 


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