sometimes having a memory can be one of the most horrendous things to have, it just triggers everything.
together with recognition, imagination and association of things, moments, events and people.
but i guess it's what makes it the simplest and smallest measuring, storage unit - the key to everything else. and sometimes, it's just nostalgia or greed or a healing step to use that key and let those bits out, in a bundle or in a constant trickle.
everything that's good and bad.
other times, you just wish so hard, over and over again, that the key to pandora's box should just have been thrown away.
Labels: insides, ponder
