Step #7

Carpet memorandum

Whatever one may say, he is good in every way.

This trace reminds me of my grandmothers house from childhood, and it was not on purpose - it happened by itself in the process. I didn’t go to school yet, I was, well, too small for such things, but I remember this carpet like now, maybe it wasn’t a carpet at all, but it’s the stripe, the combination of colors that give that very feeling from childhood, I even remember touch it. A trace that gave a feeling, a trace that takes away in a moment from the past. There is nothing of the memory around this, not a second more than this striped carpet. A flash of a memorable object that remains a stain in the head, after a little less than 30 years. Like a frame from a movie that lasts 2 seconds.