Tacked somewhere within the soft folds of my brain are sweet memories – of yesterday. But what is the use of memory hoarded? If it cannot be shared with friends and loved ones, of what use are memories?
Tacked somewhere within the soft folds of my brain are sweet memories – of yesterday. But what is the use of memory hoarded? If it cannot be shared with friends and loved ones, of what use are memories?
Contemplating the universe.