what makes a memory?

What makes a memory?

What makes a memory?

Is it the tears we shed?

The laughter we share?

The quiet moments of madness?

The screams and echoes and the energy of the mob?

The dreams we have and live and lose?

The music we make, both alone and with others?

The words we write, knowing they could be lost to the ages, or live on for future generations?

The 3AM thoughts about life and death and everything in between?

Or is it something entirely different?

Something much more simple, or perhaps complex, depending on how you look at it?

Is it the ability of our brains after age three or so to

‘Store, retain, and subsequently recall information’?

Maybe it’s just us

How we look at it