I've been thinking lately about memories and how they slowly fade over time or get distorted. If I think too long about it, this pervading sense of sadness envelops me, like the horn concerto No.2 in D by Haydn. I'm slowly forgetting childhood memories and even things that happened a few years ago. My dad used to like recording sounds on his micro-cassette recorder and we recently found a tiny micro-cassette tape that contained a recording of my sisters and I talking and playing, in that unself-conscious manner that little children have. My dad taped it without us knowing and for that reason, it feels more intimate and special. It feels like I've been able to go back in time and eavesdrop. The tape comes alive with laugher, giggling and these tiny voices that belonged to another time but are yet still very much in this time but only the voices have matured. For a brief moment, I feel like I've stolen a piece of time and this to me is the best present I will ever receive. It's the link to my past and family. My mum and dad still sound the same as they do on tape but eventually everyone dies and all that are left are memories, images and sounds but even these fade...
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That's both beautiful and achingly sad.
xx bel
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