Memory

     Experiences carve themselves into our consciousness. They form us into who we are. Without memory, there is no context by which we are to act. Without context, nothing means anything.

    The story of life is inscribed within the minds of those participating within it. But if such participants can't remember who they're supposed to be they can float freely, purposelessly. There is no reason for anyone to do anything, so they can do anything. What is a person without reason? Nothing but a husk.

    People craft who they are based on their memories, their past selves.  With no foundation to base oneself upon, where are they to go?

    Life is a swamp. Without anything to stand on, people tend to sink, statues consumed by the mud.

     The colors that paint memories are heavily influenced by the state of mind that is present at that time. Many people can share one experience but view it in completely different ways depending on what details concerned them at the time. Sometimes the scene is tinged with a blue coldness. Sometimes words can be twisted. Sometimes the world flashes with panic.

    Such paints dry a slightly different shade than when freshly perceived, as the mind processes them, as the air flows by.

    And as more colors are added, as others dry and mix together, the human art is created.