why...?

i can't, and don't know why i don't want to, do the same thing again... but the traces left brought tears into my eyes, of those days when i was learning from all those people sitting round, listening to and looking at me!

packing and moving are like digging into past and remembering things you have left behind!

i will throw most of them away this time! it's time to clean myself off the past!
memory faculty is still working fine... , alzheimer hasn't struck me yet, and no grand-child is going to be there to enjoy the stories, checking out the traces!

maybe i should have left them in my room miles and miles away among all the rest that are getting covered with dust ...
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wish there was some real forces out there to mesmerize me!