Memory feels sometimes like a lucid dream.

After watching some video on line I remembered once I had this Pekinese dog when I was twelve. Such a distant past. The memory felt surreal. I had, for the most part, forgotten about that dog I once loved and I once cried for. What other sadness will one day forget about? What other joys?

(and here I am, not living. Not dying)

Beautiful ruminations, Curio.

Pablo