BREED
sometimes in some arrangements of food ingredients and spices, I felt the bitterness of some sense of memories, like I was suddenly in different spaces for some seconds. bitter and memorable, I could also see the faded color inside my mind. or any kind of unexpected senses. sometimes it's in a grayish or cold blue tone, sometimes in dimmed yet bright dusk light. like instagram filters, but more real. spread through my body. sometimes it's pure wonder, for maybe several minutes of human time. sometimes less than one sec of it. these happenings saved as memories in my brain too. as well as dreams I saw in my head that I could ever remember. I guess the content of 'memory' also tells me what 'I' was made of. Because of it, I have to consider who I am. Who others are or were. A lot of times there's no necessity to listen, especially to those who purposely speak to you. words don't work. they are 'an act', like the existence of physicality. if 'th...