Scrolling

1. Photos no longer turn yellow as they did in the paper era Securely stored images are now independent of memory Their world seems fictional, and dates replace memories. Life becomes an album produced by unknown creator Divided into fragments memorized by a machine, life preserves Slightly more variable memory than it could be in the age of paper Your plot is unreal, it changes with each new scroll In the shade of the trees, it's still the same coolness of a sunny morning. The contours of an Italian garden loom in the depths of the light Fountain with water lilies and swans in a pond overgrown with reeds And the stone bacchantes are a little further away, pouring water into the lake. The dark surface of the water is motionless, only on sunny spots The transparency of the water is noticeable, and the foliage seems darker than before. 2. This memory, with its set of pictures, remains isolated. Although I remember the alleys and the direction of the path perfectly well. But the path means nothing, why pretend that there were any goals? When their absence is a blessing in itself, without a burden Of some emotions that are not visible now and hardly noticeable then. Remembering for the sake of remembering, although it sounds like sophistry But in fact this parade of memories is the essence of simplicity. Scrolling through memory is the simplest thing that I can imagine.