what was the number on that door
was the number on the door or above it
was the paint grey or green
was there paint
did it smell like urine or fresh soil when it rained
was i in the room or in the corridor
was the room bolted
was it silent
was it lonely or over crowded
was i good at the game i played and did i clear the final level
was the number on the door or above it
was the paint grey or green
was there paint
did it smell like urine or fresh soil when it rained
was i in the room or in the corridor
was the room bolted
was it silent
was it lonely or over crowded
was i good at the game i played and did i clear the final level
3 comments:
Welcome to the 30+ laid back, bother not to strain memories, sedentary life of 2012...
You are conscious of the fact that you are not able to recall...
For me, memory has already replaced it with smoke or fog or something which I want to believe in... I cannot debate that it was something else, than what my memory tells me now...
Maybe, because in our world, it is considered cool to recollect a painful memory and then laugh about it , by which we are actually cheating a bit on the real memories, because its considered to be cool to look back upon and mock one's previous self?
Does that make us an improved and better we? I doubt....
PS: Forgive the incoherence, I am fasting...
ya, this post only belongs here. will try to write something better later. And Happy Ramadan :)
"Did it smell like urine or fresh soil when it rained?"
A most truly worthy question that summarizes our collective thought process...
Having said that, typically "stirring" stuff for Rambo
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