Memory. Memory is a fickle friend. Nostalgia can make a memory “warmer” then it really was in reality. Longings can make Memory less lethargic too. Things, events, people remembered can be curious things or hazy things covered in dust motes. When you blow the dust away and all of the motes dance through the sunshine underneath can be an inauthentic tourist souvenir.

Then again, Memory can be the art of life. A sculpture like old hymns I can still hear ringing from the brick of the churches I grew up in. Authentic and comforting or all a farce. I guess we each have to hold Memory as we choose.