this linear arc i need to write about all of it so it stops coming up like a tidal wave every time i hear a song or see something or smell something that reminds of that time but writing about it feels like building houses in miniature: too perfect to the eye and lacking any of the detail that makes it real. sometimes i wish i could just upload my consciousness and share these memories in a visceral way instead of reducing them to a limited number of characters that can only be read and understood by a limited audience. |