Summer is the time for
memories to be made. Whether with family, friends, and loved ones, it’s the
time we’ve made to enjoy each other and remove ourselves from Work and School. That
Day Summer Hits, the memories start
to create themselves.
Memories: something remembered from the past; a
recollection
Memories alter throughout
a person’s life. Some become fog, a black and white,
maybe even a grey sight so far filed in the back of your cerebellum. Over the
years, the facts of the memory become blurred questions just as henna fades
with time. Others, if they’re strong enough, stick so close to the front of
your mind. When that specific memory is chosen and recalled, it could feel as
if it only happened minutes, hours, or even days ago. The smells, the taste,
the people, the scenes, all stay carved, like a tattoo,
no longer like the fading
henna. The colors are vibrant; the
feelings still trickle through your skin.
“When the
smog settles in, though, trapping heat in a bell jar of sweat, the sidewalks
get hot enough for conduction and the rubber soles of shoes begin to burn
feet.”
Could it be the history of
the environment wraps itself into the thoughts of those visiting? These
memorials marked their territory in a part of our mind for some reason. Was it
the experience?
“The
sculptures are only a passing distraction, a preamble towards the museums, the
Smithsonian welcoming them in to air-conditioned archival rooms…”
Or could it be that our
memory is holding on to someone or something that was lost and in order to
never forget them?
“… because
that is the exact place where my mind wanders
back to any time I think of the last time where we were us, a family
of five.”
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