Sounds ominous, doesn’t it?
All things must have an end, and writing this blog is no exception. This blog concerns my trip to California, traveling down memory lane, as it were, but it was just a moment in time, and cannot be repeated. Oh, the trip can be taken again, but then it would be another trip, with other things to see, places to go, memories to gain, but this trip has moved on into my memory.
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In some ways, my journey has degraded into a collection of receipts and photographs, with my memory of them, still existing, though changing all the time.
The memory of being there, and what I thought while I was there, and the memories that these pieces of paper invoke, change over time.
I might not even possess any true memories of my trip, only what my mind has chosen to remember, how it wanted it to be, highlighting the positive, or the negative as well?
In the ensuing months from September to now, a number of those memories, paper and imagined, have tended to fade.
which makes me wonder sometimes, if I really had been there at all…..