Sometimes nostalgia has its madeleine moments (some of you would know what I'am saying) and then the past comes in torrents both in the mind and in the old black and white prints stored already for so many years so that the light (the light always present, the light of the present) does not destroy its molecules full of silver and dark shadows.
Funny how memory knows where to go when the desire strikes to look at old days so far gone as landscapes from a train, rapid, distant, impersonal, indifferent and changing so fast one does not know if we should keep on looking or to close one's eyes. Not that it hurts or nothing, it's just the way things are...
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