Memories are like a coat of wet paint on the walls in a busy narrow street.
They’re not gonna stay the same.
Wet Paint and Memories
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Memories are like a coat of wet paint on the walls in a busy narrow street.
They’re not gonna stay the same.
The 4th Dimension 
Nice metaphor. I wish understand it completely.
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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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Ohhhhh, yeah I get it now. It’s really true. Memories change so subtly with time you hardly even know. Nice way to put it.
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Yes 🙂
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