Sometimes I Look up at the Sky
to watch the clouds passing by
Dead Memories
Each time returning to the past, it is erased, leaving itself in the bygone.
I shape it, and it ceases to be true. I will erase it - and it will become dead, but a light burden of memory. It will be as easy as a breath of wind, because there will be nothing left in it.
Ski Suits
One day I happened to be at the old market, with a camera in my hands by a chance. The memory of how, as a child, we went there to buy a ski jacket ran through my mind. Finding myself in exactly the same place now, many years later, a lot has changed. The place that had once been filled with people and bustle is now an abode of silence. And walking through the market now, I find only a screaming void. Like the emptiness among the stalls that existed only in my memory.
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