'These Photographs Are For You To Remember'

These Photographs are for you to Remember
That you lived a Paradox, proper:
Your Life was one Ordinary yet, Spectacular
Do you still Remember?
Do you still Remember?

When I was younger I drew lines in the sandy loam; etching masterpieces away in a dank playground, protected from the sunlight under a towering mangosteen tree. It was part of the garden behind my aunt's house.

With water and scarcely any ingenuity, we made an entire arsenal any right minded adult would frown upon; and given more dire circumstances - would punish us severely for. We arranged them in stacks: little hills constructed by filthy little hands. And a while after, we would chuck them at the same tall tree (and other things as animate and helpless), and watch as the sand-balls break and scatter themselves upon impact with the thick leaves and branches - we made it rain dirt; we were lesser gods.

The day would be bright; the grass still moist with morning dew; everything seemed tethered together in an invisible cobweb, flowing in a gentle breeze - but then, those things just never struck us as important, as it was to us then: that world would not end.

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