I have to admit – I have a very poor memory. I can’t learn or memorise anything without repeating it several dozen times. Then it sinks in. Eventually. But don’t hold your breath – it won’t stay for long.
Names, terms, labels – they slip my mind quite easily. What stays with me are the emotions, the atmosphere, the imprint a person or moment left behind. I might not recall your name, but I remember your kindness. I remember you going the extra mile, exhausted but relieved. I remember your smile, your laugh, the way you almost fell asleep standing.
My memory of you has multiple, overlapping layers. Each one tells a different and incomplete story. Together, they form something fragmented – like a broken mirror, like a shredded letter.
I don’t know if that makes sense to you. But it makes perfect sense to me.
I don’t need to remember your name. You are far more complex than two, three syllables.
November 2024
