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Red harvest moon;
I crossed my arms over my chest,
fell back into the corn.
Flashlight beams darted across the field,
bounced between stalks.
I heard giggles.
Who knows why we remember?
posted by SquirrleyMojo @ 10:10 AM
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Who knows why we remember?
Some say that we remember pain the most in a self-preservational effort to avoid it from getting us again.
Others say that memory brings pleasure, for an experience never stops its delight unless its memory disappears competely (was it L'Engle who said that the worst thing one could ever lose would be memories of summer days?). Everytime you remember an event it takes on a unique flavor that may continue to bring enrichment long after the tangible action has ceased.
Memory is quite fascinating, really. Without it you wouldn't have any self-referential identity outside of the present. That brings other questions to mull over...
I've heard smells trigger memory. In summer, the smell of corn fields make me happy.
I fell in a corn field once. It really hurts. Corn is known the world over for its pokiness on human flesh..
But it's good to remember, isn't it? :)
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