(just a little poem I wrote today.)
"They say that paper holds memory.
Like a brain, and that each fold produces information. A memory.
A scar of what has been.
If I could make memory physical, I would fold a thousand paper cranes for you. Of you.
And I would fill your home with them. The tangible memories of what has been.
The happy scars of days gone by.
When life was easier, simpler, and free. When visiting you brought me the joy of a groundhog crawling out of its hole to the signs of spring.
A smell or a sound can call me back to those happy times. Those times I always want you to treasure. Those places you've seen, the adventures you've had. To the folds I never want you to forget.
If memory were paper, I'd fold you anew.
And you would always remember me."
Love, Flo
Guttentag! Long time no converse, ay?
Well, last semester is all finished and I am in the midst of winter break, getting ready for a day of errands with my favorite (and only) sibling. And I feel like a hundred dollars today! Know why? Well, frankly, because I can hear once more. I had a darn pesky cold which had me in a virtual aquarium and last night the ear pressure finally ca-putted and I feel like a new human! And my brain is working today too! Oh the joy!
Right now I am just going to relate a motto that has kept me sane for many eons: Always, I repeat, always carry a book. You never know when you might get stuck overnight in a train station with nothing to do but twiddle your thumbs and draw designs in the dust of the concrete floor. Books are a much more enjoyable means of passing time.
