Was looking through the pictures on my old phone. There were over 6,000 photos in the camera album. And thousands more photos in other albums. Like the ones dedicated to Tumblr. And screenshots and downloads.
When i looked at these images. From three years ago. From five years ago. It felt like instead of years, it was lifetimes that passed between then and now. And now I remember why I fill my galleries with so many images. Because there is a fear of forgetting.
Maybe. If I screenshot it. Or download the image or just something. Maybe i will remember their face. Remember their voice. Remember what they said to me. Remember what this show what this book what this movie meant to me. Remember. Remember. Remember these thoughts and feelings. Remember.But I dont. People talk to me, they shake my hand with a smile. They are a stranger. I am their friend. I shake their hand. And try to smile remember.My parents recall a restaurant we went to once. My friends recall a joke that I said. My parents recall a fun fact that I told them. My friends recall an idea that I had. I do not remember.
The documents pile up. The sketchbooks are filled. The account doesnt have the space. My brain doesnt have the space. The memories leak out in the tears that I shed when I say the phrase that whispers on my lips "I dont remember"
