And feet that run but they come back home

When you move back to your hometown, nobody warns you about the absence of time. The way you can hold your palm to things that have happened. You can watch them happen again, they do happen again, it’s so easy, and makes so much sense. You don’t even have to try. You remember, and you forget again.

You can still be surprised, if you want to be.

Related: Memory things.

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