shelving
i realized something as i was counting the contents of shelves during my shift today. i became frustrated and disillusioned when facing boxes with mysterious contents that weren't accounted for in my stock list, but became interested when i was eventually told to take inventory of everything, even those containers that haplessly accumulated over time.
maybe this same disillusionment lingers on in life for the same reason. i'd like to be able to recreate every experience from my past at will, seamlessly interweaving them together to consolidate them into tidy little chunks. memory remembered, lesson learned, adjust accordingly. the memories that appear to be out of place and in-congruent with the theme of the times could be relocated to other storage sectors, to serve as examples. maybe that's the whole point of journals... to have a link to the past that we can travel through at will.
my brain's an inventory. sometimes when i'm sitting here, drifting inside myself, i think my surroundings are all too fitting.
maybe this same disillusionment lingers on in life for the same reason. i'd like to be able to recreate every experience from my past at will, seamlessly interweaving them together to consolidate them into tidy little chunks. memory remembered, lesson learned, adjust accordingly. the memories that appear to be out of place and in-congruent with the theme of the times could be relocated to other storage sectors, to serve as examples. maybe that's the whole point of journals... to have a link to the past that we can travel through at will.
my brain's an inventory. sometimes when i'm sitting here, drifting inside myself, i think my surroundings are all too fitting.