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The Treasure Room

April 24, 2009

Every one of us is losing something precious to us…Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again.. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads…there’s a room where we store those memories.

—Kafka Tamura from Kafka on the Shore

As one grows older, one tends to look back on the golden past. People almost always feel that 10 years ago was a better time, no matter what era they are from. There is no certainty to life. No term insurance, an assurance. No probability, an absolute. Not all lost can always be found. But those I want to keep, I keep them alive, burning in my mind. The golden past then seemed so alive.

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some collect cars, jewelry, comic books. isn’t it more satisfying to collect happy memories?

Posted by Angeli at April 28, 2009, 3:42 pm

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