Memory itself is a monster; lurks around restless and make deep wounds with its razor-sharp claws with evey possible opportunity.
Yet, that's life- the wheels never stop or go backward but the memory, the very essence of life only forms with past events. It always wonders me how the two inseparable entities of life live together but exist in completely two different realms.
Hope your memory never gets past "safety" and finds a rough surface like the bus's body.
i thought no one is going to notice that subtle detail. if they noticed, at least wouldn't be able to make that connection. you did:P
😂