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I am slipping away… slipping noiselessly away with me is the thickness and richness of the sensible world. I am your companion to navigate the world. You sense, you perceive, you relate, and make meanings with me. Without me, you are not able to infuse, scrutinize, or go over in different directions; without me, your world would be plain and empty.


I am a cluster of texts you have read, judgments you made or did not make. I am the stories that happened on the other side of the world; I am the childhood your grandfather never had; I am the screams from the bottom of your mother’s lung during labor. Part of me is the biblical verses you absentmindedly copied to the practice book; part of me is the comic piece you read in a foreign newspaper. I am the creased leather cover of the bible in the church that you flipped; remembered you the softbound leather stool at the corner of your grandparent’s house. I am the thickened skin at the bottom of your feet; it reminded you of the day when you walked back home from school, you thought your toes were frosted.


Reveal to you over your active and passive acquisition and confrontation in the field of phenomenal. I am fragments of emotions and thoughts, unveiling like a contraction from the past in the depth of the present. You sent the pearl diver to bring me to the surface, I didn’t look the same as in the past, I endured the changes in the depth of the seabed, my eyes became pearls and my bones became carol. The revelation of my richness and strangeness interrupts your harmony with the present.


I am a constellation of memories emerging from a thicker adhesion of experiences. I am the depth of the world. I am the memory of the world.