After so long hot days with heavy rain and downpour, once so colder day is coming, even memory around unendurable hotness is no longer present around us, gone somewhere unknown.

Chilly air reminds me several years earlier my days on my mind.
Our memory might have given us a classified discernment which could be remembered so easily and so impressively or not.

Cold temperature making us so tense with own nerve and spirit when we do something, chilly air must take us back to similar whether at least me, either so little bit cooler day, in my own past.

Otherwise, our beautiful memory of beautiful days is made of our spending way at each present anybody can know as now.

In other words, memory consists of own wish and hope on mind.

How we can have experienced and with it how we can have expectation to the future must influence our private reminiscence.

If I now have forgotten things from my mind never knowing where they go, even in past I had never been so, how am I made to it?

Nobody answered my question, coz anybody is only busy at every own tough problem, I know.

Though now I cannot remember, probably now already forgotten, but so precious memory either must have been present to me, now I can think it so correct.

Wind blowing coming again to me now partially carries my memory in my past, it’s just only illusion maybe, but with its blowing now I can remember particular things, but simultaneously forgotten things are made with it, so funnily.

Drizzling misty rain deletes yesterday’s daytime strong sunny beam to my skin, it makes me be sure of each momentary feeling is making any other moment’s feeling vanished, at a stretch all changes in front of whether change.

But it evokes my once completely forgetting memory in my forgotten past things but at the same time, it washes my persistence around my memory being present until yesterday away to somewhere, it’s not so bad.

But even it would otherwise return to my mind again sometime in my future, and its turn or schedule never knows to me, too.
I am either a slave of memory only toyed by its fickle ill-natured character.

Why are you so wayward toying with me again and again anytime I want to remember or forget?

Why are you so empty, even now until yesterday o crowded you were, hey, golf field in international competition opened until the last day of yesterday?

But why am L allowed to be interested in empty golf filed so pleasantly?

Coz empty fields must have had own atmosphere as if an empty military air-force base is so.

If all of empty fields are gathered at a location, so hugely vast space would be made, but why do we always have an interest or concern to partially one location, anytime only one location is apt to be interested in by anybody leaving numerous uninterested locations away from all one’s mind.

Possibly in our world, very many interests gathering location and it nobody is interested in in gap might have made so contradictory reals around us, might haven’t it?

So, we need unconcern things as well as concern ones, don’t we?
One so great interest as things to us with so many galleries makes discrimination to each one who has no interest to it, but simultaneously either the things for anybody so unconcern.

World means so, doesn’t it?

All of empty fields, flat or ragged and never beautiful locations mushroomed next to next in world with assorted circumstance, but I love them all, even no matter what occurs there.

I can have some feeling or sense to hear all of their shouting and yelling synchronically to my mind from many places with one unknown　either for me now.

Listened all those voices in my mind occasionally get to start screaming to outside of me.

Everybody is apt to forget, but we all are in same ship as one earth never two existing, in addition to it, only surface of the ground we can use and know about.

Where we are going to go constantly never knows to either us, if all of us can admit it, sometimes why don’t we switch our vision or eyeline so privately to our world with forgotten location to us.

(Oct. 29th. 2019)