the_past_is_a_foreign_country
Ouroboros
i
look
at
old
photos
,
but
they
don't
do
it
justice
. "
but
there
was
so
much
more
that
happened
,"
i'd
say
, "
these
photos
help
me
to
trigger
the
smells
and
feels
and
memories
..."
and
i
can
kind
of
remember
how
it
all
felt
to
be
there
and
navigate
that
space
,
but
it's
so
different
than
the
room
i'm
sitting
in
.
it
seems
so
far
away
-
i
don't
look
like
that
anymore
or
own
those
clothes
,
and
i
don't
remember
the
little
bits
of
slang
i
picked
up
while
i
was
there
.
120731
...
Tourist
The
events
from
long
ago
seem
more
clear
to
me
than
those
that
more
recently
occured
.
My
present
is
just
one
long
day
of
work
and
sleep
.
Gone
are
the
days
of
irresponsible
roaming
,
lonely
freedom
.
But
from
that
time
I
can
still
recall
details
,
cold
crisp
air
. Dawns
light
touching
the
Mountain
peaks
as
I
shiver
in
the
shadow
on
the
shore
of
Lake
Jackson
.
My
fingers
burning
from
the
cold
as
I
struggle
to
control
the
pencil
and
complete
the
sketch
of
this
moment
.
That
was
over
40
years
ago
yet
clear
still
.
But
I
somtimes
can't
remember
what
I
came
into
a
room
for
.
120801
...
unhinged
photographic_memory
some
of
that
seems
so
far
away
some
of
it
stays
close
the_function_of_memory
120801
...
ldxae
Sometimes
I
know
I'm
lucky
for
what
I
don't
remember
120801
