“No man ever steps foot twice in the same river for it is never the same river and he is never the same man.”
What is memory? Is it possible to truly “re-experience” something? Or do we “re-visit” experience, always from a different perspective, almost as a different person? And if we truly are a different person, where do memories come from? Where do they live?
The flowers and the honeybee in this photograph are long gone, relics of last Autumn, their essence preserved in the reliquary of a photograph. Only the memory remains…
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