I wonder if people know that the experiences & sensations felt at the current time will be something to be remembered in the future.
A sudden realization that whatever things are happening right now will be recalled times & times again,
In moments of reflection, in moments of zen while you lay back in a scolding hot bathtub to float away your 9-5 burdens, in moments of never-ending insomnia where you spend hours rolling in your stained, misfitted bedsheets on a second hand mattress,
And times & times again they’ll be replayed in your head until your deathbed,
Or until some madness takes over your split head & rips each detail of every memory out of its place & leaves behind a mangled corpse of mutilated beliefs in things that used to be so precious.
I wonder if you’d pay more attention to everything happening.
I wonder if you’d pick which new experience to buy more carefully, hoping to curate the best you that you can be under a tight budget of time & devotion.
I wonder how you’d remember me.