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Memory
Memory, some can't be forgotten while some can't be recalled.
Keep memory by alias – another piece of trivial memory.
Memory by recording: by photo, video or text, too intentional.
Photos can't be taken all the time.
Even you can, photos can't be keep all the time;
Even you can, photos can't be with you all the time;
Even you can, photos can't be shown all the time;
Even you can, photos can't bring you the same memory all the time;
Even you can, photos was just the dead-body of eternity.
It's a plain record of documentary.
Memory by alias: trivial but sometimes unforgotten.
Whenever drying my hair, slowly, memory of childhood flashes.
It was by mother's hands, gently and carefully.
Whenever able to spare sometime drying hair, the memory was recalled.
Whenever a certain piano was heard, I felt chilled.
It was a freezing morning, when the train door opened for hours without a reason; MP3 was playing that piano CD, again and again.
Whenever that music was played again, my feet was as in freezing air, as one trivial morning few years ago, in New York's subway.
Whenever spotting a certain city on a map, something pops up in my mind.
It was a remote city, at the corner of the world.
Whenever anyone asked which place was my favorite, I would reply instantly with its name, and short description for that island of rejuvenation.
Whenever that melody starts, I would follow until it stops.
It was any of my favorite song, sometimes not evil able to recall the names.
Whenever it starts, I was not able to get focus, until it stops, as I was singing with her.
Whenever short beep-beep-beep rings, I would get nervous.
It was a sound of pager calls for incident report, once part of my duty.
Whenever anything sounds like that, I had to tell myself: it's over; it's not your responsibility.
Whenever someone's name pops up, there's only an alias.
It's an alias that best description of that person; name was only an official record that tells nothing.
Whenever that alias exists and irreplaceable, the person was remembered.
Intention is not beautiful.
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