In layers of past experiences, a question arises amongst the laughter: What do we remember? Numbers unspooling like yarn, the mind is an ever-expanding maze, branching fractals encircling forgotten faces. Cars whoosh by social gatherings like whispers chasing shadows. What story connects us?
Through each detail unfurls another shelf of nostalgia, lined with delicate porcelain thoughts vulnerable to the echo of time. Days unfold in cinematic sequences: doorways, smiles lingering at dusk, a child's laughter piercing the fogs of yesterday.