Certain days will live forever, surviving in the atmosphere of memory. The fullest expressions of moments passed, of moments past.
And they will change their shape as you change yours. And they will be re-remembered, over and over and over again, from wherever you are.
And as the old order of things slips away, the loop is still alive. Always the same and never the same. The matter of memory is malleable, as long as the clay is still drying.
Caro
©️ Caro Kalb-Marr
