Today, we met a man named Sidney, who sat in a chair by the window of a cafe in Pacifica. He wanted to stress that at his great age of 84, it was harder to retain knowledge and was pleased to see Ernesto in avid study.
Later, we walked along the coast. At a distance, I looked back on the pier. "It looks like Huntington Beach." I reflected on my words. I've lost the moment, remembering a different beach, a made memory, another lifetime. And by reflecting on this, I remember another memory contained in a memory. By not living the moment, I carry empty shells of reflecting other moments that need memories made. It's already hard to retain knowledge at the age of 22.
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