“Walls are memory: spaces that have become memories of togetherness and gathering.”
My Home
That tropical smell of Hawaii, I smell it every time I go down the escalator to get to customs. Sense of smell is something weird to me. I think I remember so vividly, but I don’t. I know when I smell it again, though, I will know what it is, so it definitely lays somewhere in my brain. I want to get that scent in a jar and visit it whenever I miss it.
Moon, Sky, Taking a bath, Sunset is the all-night scene for me. Maybe I like nighttime?
When I connect everything together, I find myself in Hawaii.
I thought I didn’t like the life in Hawaii, but maybe I miss it there, just not realizing it…?