I took photos of my life. I used to take a photo to remind me when something happened.
I took so many pictures. So many.
I developed them and stuck them to my bedroom wall. First just a few favourites. Then more. Friends, family, pets, places, bodies. They all began to fill my wall.
Untill one day, you couldn't see the wall anymore.
I had blocked out my wall with my memories. Memories had taken the present and hidden it behind the veil.
Sometimes I wonder. If the wall fell down, would the pictures still stand? A wall of memories supporting the roof of my life.
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