I started to do some stuff today. Some stuff at the back of my mind and then maybe a box of associated stuff to disperse. Fog. File. At the back of my mind. That fog of childhood memories that bring to the front some of the sweetest but so far away IN THE NOW. Like an aroma can blast you back sometimes a rememory, time remembered.
When you are reminded of a sweet place of young. When you can feel that time of used to be.
We played, first introduced, in a box like this. I let this be my moment to remember too, papers inside.
He did actually still me.