Wet Paint and Memories

Memories are like a coat of wet paint on the walls in a busy narrow street.

They’re not gonna stay the same.

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Stefan

I am a college student, studying in India. I'm a musician and I love to write, be on stage, and meet people. My blogs are about looking at life from a new perspective. I try to talk about the things we all sometimes miss out on.

4 thoughts on “Wet Paint and Memories”

    1. Haha. Memories are fragile. If you look at the image, the people are faceless. When your memories undergo change its not often something you can recognize. The paint will leave this wall and end up somewhere else, say on a park bench, metaphorically of course. And then one day it just pops into your head for no reason. It’s amazing

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