“Since we live in the heads of those who remember us, we lose control of our lives and become who they want us to be.”
― David Eagleman, Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
Our homes in others’ heads. The above quotation from Eagleman’s book inspired the title of my blog.
This blog is for everything and anything.
One day you may see a thought out post; on other days you will find a post consisting of one word.
I find interactions incredibly interesting. The good, bad, and mundane. Some may find this odd because I am a true blue introvert. I find it hard to initiate interactions, but I do enjoy them immensely, if meaningful.
After reading the above quotation, in my mind’s eye appeared the image of everyone I had ever encountered, living in houses inside my head. Each house was different, and filled with objects that triggered memories – among other things, of course. I imagine certain memories being shone from old film projectors and onto white sheets strung up in the living room – on loop.
Some memories fade. Some shine brighter depending on the moment. Some merge to form a collage of moving pictures and still images on the white sheet. Some images do other things – like somehow bleeding onto sheets inside others’ houses. Everyday, items, movies, images, scents, sensations, and so many other things enter these houses and remain there – until they don’t.
These houses are a collection of everything I experience, and remember – whether it be erroneous information or not. These houses hold hopes and fears. These houses hold people or none at all. These houses are built and destroyed. Sometimes these houses are called ‘homes’.