pictures of your own

i didn't remember those pictures were there. to be honest i didn't remember them at all, but it all came back to me as soon as my eyes saw them on the old screen. and that was not without surprise, how after so long i came to find them there, in the most unlikely of the places. and it's all so distant now, there's no mistake in the black-and-white: those pictures are shards of the past stuck in the present, gone for so long and while so many things have changed. i was shocked to find them, so shocked all of a sudden, in a time and a place where i was not quite expecting to find anything related to the old days, to the lost days, to the days that shall never come back.

and it's funny how there are always those little things that run out of our control, isn't it? try as we might, we can never erase the past. we can cleanse all the remnants of it, purge our lives thorougly. in the end we will forget something, we always forget something, and when we least expect we're slapped in the face. and we say we didn't see it coming. ah, screw it. let's get back to a eight-year old lesson: the only way to forget it to always remember.