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Sometimes I think about the past,
and all the people that is (was) in there that is not here anymore. Not because they are (actually) dead, just because they only are alive in my past.
I don’t think they remember me.
Lately people have no memory, at least no for the shades.
They are gone for ever. My-self past-tense is gone for ever.
It is true what they say about walking on the street surrounded by people you saw sometime and not realizing it. Like when you are dreaming everybody you see you have seen it while awake.
And, who knows, maybe it’s also true what I heard one day on the bus, while I was on my way to the job (The same day a stranger gave me the wallet I had lost a couple years ago). I heard that every person you see while dreaming are projections of your unconscious. Which made me think, isn’t that as well while awake? I have the doubt if I ever truly met another, or I only met what I thought was the other.
and all the people that is (was) in there that is not here anymore. Not because they are (actually) dead, just because they only are alive in my past.
I don’t think they remember me.
Lately people have no memory, at least no for the shades.
They are gone for ever. My-self past-tense is gone for ever.
It is true what they say about walking on the street surrounded by people you saw sometime and not realizing it. Like when you are dreaming everybody you see you have seen it while awake.
And, who knows, maybe it’s also true what I heard one day on the bus, while I was on my way to the job (The same day a stranger gave me the wallet I had lost a couple years ago). I heard that every person you see while dreaming are projections of your unconscious. Which made me think, isn’t that as well while awake? I have the doubt if I ever truly met another, or I only met what I thought was the other.
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