Recently I have been learning how to be a blacksmith in exchange for time and materials I have been doing basic manual labor. Today was especially interesting because I was asked to help clean out an apartment that is being refurbished. This is of course not the interesting part, the apartment used to be my grandfathers studio and get away. I spent most of my childhood (until he died when I was 6) playing, learning and snacking in the very space I was sweeping.

This afternoon got me thinking about memory. Why memories sway us in good and bad ways. My first reaction to being in this space after 15 years was “I have to live here!” I am still considering this but slightly more practically. There are certain things that all of us do to remind us or help us forget about places but mostly people. Should we be so swayed by the past? Is memory the section of brain that makes us so “evolved”? So human?

Memories are intoxicating and real and incredibly powerful they make us who we are and I am so happy and impressed that this place exists as a tool and/or platform to just write it all down. Thank you.