re-membering

i remember in color.

it's a web or a puzzle that forms the whole . . . the color of the time of year, the year of school i was in, which room that corresponded to . .

after high school, it was what apartment we all lived in, what state Tara lived in, what journal i was writing in and where i was working, was it between my years at PCC? or after?

little pieces of memory that are all strung together and make up some color of a memory. it's like a colorful equation, adding up all the pieces to get the whole.

it's harder now, living far away. we all move around less. and i see less and hear less of what goes on in everyones lives. . .

the day Tibi was born was the day i got my diploma from Parsons. . . . and Tila, i won't forget that it was thanksgiving, but my own thanksgivings all look the same the last 4 years, i don't remember where i was or what i did. . . . it will make remembering what year he was born so much harder. . .