The memory is like a flower...

                                                   You must water it or it will wither

Because it's beautiful, terrifyingly beautiful. Those details of landscapes wich grab my stomach ang bring tears to my eyes. The bright and soft colors at the same time. The sun that makes your eyes squint. As soon as I live this moment, it's already registered in the hippocampus. Instantly it turns into a memory. This is what I have to grasp.  

The memory is a flower...