If I asked you to think back to a time in your life where you weren't near a camera, during a few seconds that would be considered as life's segway between events, could you do it? I thought back today to a car ride, going over a bridge by myself in the rain. If I had a USB cable that hooked into my temple and could record what my mind played, it would seem distorted. Grainy. Rusty. And the longer you try to remember, the more you're really not. Instead your mind imagines the details for you.
I probably went over this bridge 1000 times, it crossed three sets of rail road tracks, bent in a way I always appreciated by kind of curving around a church's steeple. Then it dumped onto a light next adjacent to my home town's court house. But I only know that because of my mind's imagination. What I can really recall about this particular crossing was the small beads of rain that seemed uniform, with certain quicker drops overtaking the ones higher, racing off into oblivion. I remember going downhill.
That's a segway in my life. A crossing of the tracks. And I wonder how much of our lives is filler. Thinking back, how many recordings can we make? Should we let our minds imagine us waving to our memories like friends wishing following seas.
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