There’s a certain feeling that comes with distant memories, moments in time that are so long past, they no longer seem real. A feeling, not emotion, because although this feeling is close to sorrow and joy, what comes through is an odd sensation, something in the back of the mind reaching out. And when more memories arise, that same feeling grows, but not in a rush; rather, it emerges silently with an ephemeral nature, so quick, you feel as if it never happened. You try to relive that feeling, and sometimes it comes back, but once the memories pass, the faintest traces of them left behind, you’re left with an emptiness, as if you’ve gained the knowledge of the world, only to know nothing in an instant.
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