The little Rat (re)turns a little bigger
Return to the place the rat came from
It always struck me as odd that some of your memories can just disappear or be un-remembered, as if time is like a tide erasing whatever has passed before.
I used to remember this place, I know I remember the feeling of this place.
I can remember the road to the town, I remember where the conjunction of the cars creates a bottleneck. I know when to start the last song that I want to hear in full, because my exit is nearing.
I remember the speed limits, I remember the passing of the small chapel in the lane with the trees.
I can remember a lot about this place, but I cannot remember myself in it.
Why does it all feel like something I have never lived?
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