We're lucky we have the capacity to remember as much as we can. But doesn't it ever scare you to think that the older we get, the more we'll forget? I don't mean general old-age forgetfulness/senility, just that our brains can't store every single detail from our lives. As our age increases, some things will naturally fade from the dusty recesses of our minds. I've already forgotten a lot of what it meant to be six, for example. And one day I won't remember what it was like to be eighteen.
It's like when you wake up from a vivid dream, and as you try and piece it back together, the memory of it slips like grains of sand through your hands until it's completely disappeared.
Thinking about this makes me doubly sad for anybody who has had any kind of experience with Alzheimer's disease. It must be very hard when somebody you love forgets who you are :(
Memories can trick us, tempt us, teach us, make us smile, make us sad... they're incredibly valuable. I remember reading about the possibility of a drug that removes bad memories from the mind. Reams could be written on the ethical implications of this drug (is it taking things too far, would it be beneficial for post traumatic stress disorder sufferers, etc...) but I'm fairly sure I would never want it. What about you? Would you ever consider taking such a pill?
Anyway, enough of this seriousness. I updated my Deviant Art with some of my old GCSE art work (including something I painted when I was a wee 8 year old). take a look!
Check out my Flickr and Last.fm too, and feel free to add me. I always like making new friends :)
Currently listening to this song on repeat - it reminds me of summer (and makes me long for it). Mild wet boring Januarys should not be allowed!
This has been a bit of a sentimental and sombre post. guess it's just one of those kinda days!
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All photos © Kate M
