“Why was I
holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people
do?”
As the door
opened, a quick crash, smash and jump backwards happened. I had forgotten that
last night, the Iron had fallen sideways, knocking over some glass jars in the
opposite side of the press (under-the-sink cupboard where everything goes). That jar, unfortunately, passed to jar heaven, was given as a gift, holding
Italian Hot Chocolate made with real chocolate from the cake shop, where the
giver, worked. I drank the chocolate and kept the jar. Like almost everything
that comes from Italy, this too, was so damn pretty.
Seeking Shade in Chocolate |
Now that jar sits in the recycling bin, wrapped in newspaper.
Was I holding
onto the jar? ….or the person who gave the jar of hot chocolate? Or was just
holding onto the memory. I’m not a hoarder but I have kept obscure items with
no rationality. Why keep them? There are photographs of benches, bus tickets
from decades ago, and dried flowers. It’s like a network of memories, which
keep the person.
Keeping the memories is important if only to serve one purpose. Remind you who you are? A jar, however, may not be the safest place to hold that thought.
Keeping the memories is important if only to serve one purpose. Remind you who you are? A jar, however, may not be the safest place to hold that thought.
I thought
this was an interesting take:
http://www.prospectmagazine.co.uk/magazine/is-there-such-a-thing-as-the-self
http://www.prospectmagazine.co.uk/magazine/is-there-such-a-thing-as-the-self