Yesterday is Today - the Migration of Memory
Today is Saturday and you are still a child helping Mother polish the furniture, feed wet clothes through the mangle and chop the carrots for dinner. You do not speak of river or wave but drown in the rip and the crest breaking into foam or swirl submerged branches into a surrealist sculpture. The ebb and flow a mystery swallowed by currents —your mouth too hungry to feed. Yesterday always stands in the corner of this room, throwing its shadow over the present while tomorrow never walks through your door. Your words are a billabong dried by sun into cracked lines radiating outwards like a map of itself drawn in dirt— the shape of a kidney without its twin gouged into the creek’s bed. Water has no place and there is no time for salt in this desert of memory where you beckon to the dead and bring them back to life, raise them from the grave and live in their today.
The science inspiring the piece:
'Which memory symptoms are specific for dementia?', Dementia Science
Feature image by Dolfi Trost (Public Domain)