one morning in late 1993 i woke up and thought: i got to build me a memory

something like an archive to store my thoughts in.

i am ever the chaotic person.

i am detached from time.

i cannot remember what happened yesterday.

i do not remember in ‘time units’

i forget the time.

i forget the space.

(i am a dreamer of the days. takes a while to get back)

i remember instants.

(i am a traveller of the nights. i am somewhere else now.)

fragments of a song

but that does not make a story.

i want to remember a story-

i want to remember history

i got to build me a memory, i said to myself.

i got to build myself a memory.