the persistence of memory

[skulkey]

i find myself facinated by this phenomenon today. i just drove
by my friend kas old house, which is very close to where i dwell.
i found myself thinking about the backyard, the expanse of green,
all the interesting things growing there.

but when i drove by, the current scene was noticeably at odds with
the image from memory. and yet i hold to that subjective image,
of space and color harmonious, as the true reality, while the
current perception becomes an illusion.