Rhythm becoming thought, thought becoming memory; memory, which tends to shuck itself, to peel away. You get older, look back through a child’s tunnel vision, and realize you never knew the whole that tied the details together. You were just along for the ride, moving from experience to experience, a flat spectacle, some kind of guideless tour. You remember–or think you remember–what happened, but not where, or why. What you did, but not with who. Details fade. People’s names get lost in the white noise.

Rhythm becoming thought, thought becoming memory; memory, which tends to shuck itself, to peel away. You get older, look back through a child’s tunnel vision, and realize you never knew the whole that tied the details together. You were just along for the ride, moving from experience to experience, a flat spectacle, some kind of guideless tour. You remember–or think you remember–what happened, but not where, or why. What you did, but not with who. Details fade. People’s names get lost in the white noise.

– Gemma Files –

We Will All Go Down Together

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