POEM: Sepia Seeps In

I see my twenties in sepia tone — grainy

— not to mention flat.

Should it surprise me that my memories are cast in the hue of old photos?

I never remember owning the pants that I see myself wearing.

It seems to me that if I really remembered that time I should remember the pants.

A kid born today will probably have holographic selfies,

and thus a chance to look back on youth in 3-D,

but it’ll never be quite right, will it?

2 thoughts on “POEM: Sepia Seeps In

  1. You were archetype nerd! 😂 To be clear, I wasn’t much different. 😁
    Our memories are not real. They’re just a reconstruction of reality and that reconciliation changes a little bit every time we remember that moment. We can test that by watching old photos or videos which stay the same as they captured the moment. Multimedia is changing how we remember our past…

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