Memories, your soldiers
Running along the road last night, she hit on some strange ideas. To be exact, they were not significant ideas, but more like she took a tumble about memories which once were dissolved and stored in some specific temperatures, smells and lights.
She often jammed into this feeling out of sudden. Sometimes, when she was half-heartedly wandering off in the direction of the nearest store where any kind of smell would show up without warning, she would feel something like cramp inside of her chest, perhaps heart, followed by a sense of falling or even with a burning feeling in the stomach. That was the moment when something crossed her mind.
It is nothing but a cliché to claim that someone experienced a déjà vu, she agreed with that like anybody else who worshiped the science. But sometimes, when her feelings got more fleshed out in living color, she had to wonder whether they were just something in her psyche, planted by her past readings or, maybe dreams.
The more suspicious this explanation was reckoned to be, the more imaginations she was fueled with. The latest one just cropped up on the road she’d ran on for numerous times. She believed that, the ways of storing memories were various if memory was a kind of substance like a particle which can be divided into smallest pieces, so that it can’t be seen through human’s eyes but can be concealed in the chinks of the curtains made out of odors, colors, sounds or even temperatures.
Maybe they were like your special agents or soldiers who were dispersed in countless tiny worlds, chased and slaughtered by ruthless time. But luckily, most of them were cunning enough to escape and hide from the annihilation. They will make their own livings and travel incognito until you ran across each other again, by which they gained the slim chance of hope to light the fuse of memories. Peng! You remembered all of them. That, was that moment.